Page 82 of Hateful Union

The humming ends and I look to the door and my fucking world stops as it does every time I see the woman I love carrying our son in her arms with a bright fucking smile. “Mal,” she whispers moving towards me.

“You didn’t answer,” I say. Dying for her to fucking answer.

She glances down at our son, who’s wearing a onesie that says ‘Will you marry daddy?’ on it.

Her watery eyes turn to me. “Like you even have to ask,” she rasps. “I’ll marry you in a heartbeat.” She climbs up onto the bed and swings her leg over so that she’s straddling me. “This is the sweetest thing ever.”

I grin at her. “Mo stór, do not cry,” I warn her. Her tears are something that I can’t deal with.

“I love you so much, Mal,” she whispers, her lips meshing together as she tries to fight the tears.

I knife up, my arm locking around her body and I reach into the drawer beside the bed for the ring that’s been hiding in my pocket for the past four months. I don’t say a word to her as I slide it onto her finger, passing her knuckle until it settles at the base of her finger.

Her breath hitches and she face plants into my chest, but thankfully she manages to keep the tears at bay.

I shake my head and reach for my son. The boy is a bruiser, he’s stocky and a bawler. He came two weeks overdue weighing almost ten pounds. Holly calls him her little chunky monkey.

Once Raylee manages to get herself under control, she looks up at me. “How is everyone?” she questions, her eyes shining brightly with love and unshed tears.

We’ve had five babies born into the family in the past year. Makenna and Dante also had a boy, they named him Seamus. Danny and Melissa had another girl, and just like when Annalise was born, Da was the one to name her. Hannah-Marie. Then to shock us all, Da and Callie surprised us all when Callie gave birth to a boy and a girl. Making Da the happiest I’ve ever seen him. Fiadh and Tadgh are spoilt worse than any of the other children in the family.

But the main thing is, everyone is happy and that’s something that none of us predicted this time last year.

“They’re grand,mo stór,” I promise her. It’s one of the many things I love about my fiancée. She’s got a huge fucking heart and cares a lot about my family. Both Danny and I were surprised to see that Melissa, Raylee, and Callie get along. So much so that each month, the women have a get together.

She gives me a weird look, and I tense. “Fuck, who’s pregnant now?” It’s become like a fucking game. Our men are betting on who’s getting pregnant next. The Italian’s believe that it’ll be Holly or Makenna while the Irish have their money on Melissa. Christian the prick, has bet that it would be Raylee.

She bites her lip and glances down at Mayer in my arms, then back to me, her gaze scanning my face. “Christian will be happy.”

My heart stops, “You’re pregnant?”

She nods, her lips curving into the biggest smile that I have ever seen. “We’re having another baby.”

I close my eyes. Heat spreads throughout my chest. God. So much fucking happiness. I never thought this could happen. Yet, as each day passes, Raylee makes me realise just how lucky I am.

“I love you,” I tell her, my gaze dropping to her lips and her breath hitches again.

“We can’t,” she whines. “Mayer’s still awake.”

I look at my boy and see his eyes drooping, this time in the morning he’ll drink his bottle and then fall back to sleep for an hour or two.

My dick is rock hard and I thrust up against her, the sheets blocking my access to her pussy. “Baby—” The heat in my words has her swallowing hard. “He’ll be fine.”

She nods and lifts up from me, taking our son from my arms, rocking him as she hums him a song. I watch her arse sway as she walks out of our room.

My phone buzzes and I reach for it and see that Kiro’s sent me a message. I don’t bother looking at it, I’ll deal with business later.

In the past year, both Raylee’s and my families have grown extremely close. The Silver brothers have turned their business around and while they’re still into illegal shit, they’re not arsehole’s about it and have almost tripled the revenue their father had and that was including that bastard’s dirtier business. The Silver boys are now the biggest gun runners in Europe. Makenna and Dante use them to ship guns and drugs to the US. It’s a fucking profitable business.

Raylee’s mum has been in contact with Raylee a handful of times; I’m not happy about it, but I don’t say anything. Thankfully, Antonella has stayed in Gran Canaria and hasn't been back to mainland Spain. I don’t trust her, while I don’t believe she was involved in Harry Silver’s business, she knew enough of it to stop her daughter from getting hurt and did nothing about it. She’s also hurt her daughter a hell of a lot in the past year by being absent and that’s not something I’m willing to forgive.

I hear the door click softly shut and my dick hardens further as Raylee saunters into the room. Fuck, she’s even more gorgeous than when I first saw her. She still wears red a lot and that’s something I fucking encourage, my woman is beautiful and red suits her.

“Come here, baby,” I tell her and she smiles sweetly at me. She shakes her head and I watch as her luscious hair moves.

“I love you,” she tells me as she stops just inches away from the bed. “I’m a lucky girl,” she swallows hard, her throat constricting. “Without you…” She shakes her head once again. “You make me happy, Malcolm, and I love you so much.”

Fuck me.

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