Page 59 of Claimed By Him

“I guess it felt wrong to name him before you even knew he was yours… it felt like a step too far.”

“Okay…” An idea formed in my mind. “Did you want to name him Alessandro?”

Fiona’s eyes jerked to mine in surprise. “Are you serious?”

I shrugged gently. “I’ve spent some time with Antonio. He mentioned that you two were really good friends toward the end. That it really broke you when he died.”

Her chin pulled up, and she tried to smile though I could see the tears welling in her eyes. “Yeah… he really supported me. He was kind to me when he really didn’t have to be.”

“I didn’t know him. But I have a lot of respect for him. You were in a scary place back then, not knowing who you would end up marrying, and he decided to be there for you. Even when you were pregnant with someone else’s kid.”

I fucking wished it was me, but I knew I wasn’t in the right mindset back then. If I’d known about her being pregnant, I definitely would have pulled myself together, though. I had no doubt about that.

“Yeah…” She nodded.

“He did what I couldn’t do, and I’ll always be thankful for that.” I carefully brushed my fingers across my son’s head. “So, Alessandro it is.”

She laughed happily, crying openly now. “Little Alex.”

I pulled her under my free arm and hugged her to me, kissing the top of her head with our child between us. Fiona hugged me, then pulled away and asked, “Do you mind if I feed him?”

“Of course not.” I frowned, putting him into her arms.

“Like… breastfeed him?” she added, and I laughed, realizing why she was hesitating.

“Please baby, go ahead.”

“You don’t have to stay.”

“I want to. If that’s fine.” I winked at her.

She blushed, smiling helplessly. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

She took a seat on the rocking chair in the corner of the room and expertly unbuttoned her dress with one hand. I sat in the light blue armchair and rested my ankle on my knee, settling in to watch silently. Fiona pulled her heavy breast out, and Alex immediately clamped onto her nipple.

Wow. Somehow, she’d never looked more beautiful. I couldn’t believe this was my family now. I already had a ring for Fiona. I bought it the day after I took her to the hospital, knowing that even if he wasn’t my son, I needed Fiona in my life. I wasn’t going to miss that chance again, but I waited before I approached her. She was pretty adamant back then that I should leave her alone—I got that feeling quite strongly through the nurse. But once a whole month had passed, I wasn’t going to wait any longer. I knew this must be my child, and I knew I had to do something to get Fiona to trust me again.

A half hour later, she put a sleeping Alex back in his crib. I walked out of the room and into the large living area, wondering if she would consider moving to my new apartment instead. It was downtown, on Romano territory, but it was at the top of a 20-story building and overlooked The Battery, with the Statue of Liberty visible in the distance. A double-story penthouse with its own outdoor terrace, I felt positive that Fi would like it. I would wait to bring it up though.

She walked out and closed the door, then came right up and hugged me. I wrapped her up in my arms and smiled down at her, before dropping my head and kissing her tenderly. It felt surreal. I wasn’t entirely sure that she would take me back and now that she had, I never wanted to let her go again. Never again.

I didn’t even want to talk anymore; I just wanted to hold and kiss her.

I shifted my hands down her back and spread my fingers over her ass. Fuck me, it’d been so goddamn long, and these cheeks were deliciously full after she gave birth to my son. I didn’t know why the fuck that was a turn on, but it definitely was.

I lifted her up, and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, holding on with her arms around my neck. Carefully, I walked to the large gray couch, breaking the kiss to make sure I didn’t walk into anything, then sat down with my sexy woman on my lap.

She perched with her toes tucking in under my separated thighs and her hands sliding down my chest. “I um… I’m not cleared to have sex yet.” She pouted, and I lifted the side of my mouth in a smile.

“I assumed you weren’t, princess.” I ran my hands up and down her thighs, biting my lip. “But we can always work around it.”

Fiona gave me a cheeky, excited look. “What do you have in mind?”

I sat forward to kiss her neck softly, then I whispered into her ear, “Let me show you, baby.”

With my hands on her ass, I pulled her body forward so her hot pussy was seated on the bulge of my dick. Her responding gasp told me she felt that, and she wiggled her hips slightly to rub herself against me.

“Hmmm… that’s it baby girl.” I kept whispering and kissing her neck, squeezing her hips, and pulling her dress up, so I could palm her naked ass cheeks.

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