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Chapter 12 - Quinn

I wake with a heavy weight around my middle, anchoring me. I stir, and Diego tightens his grip on my waist, pressing me closer to his body.

His already hard length slides between my thighs, and I hear him hiss as I move my hips. Soon, his hand drifts to my breasts, and I'm amazed at how sensitive they feel this morning. I wonder for the first time if it's the pregnancy.

His mouth is hot on my neck, and I moan as he lightly bites down, sending tingles through my body. He moves his hands to cup my ass, and I can feel myself getting wet, anticipating what I know is coming.

Diego slowly slides inside me, pushing deeper as my body stretches to accommodate his thick cock. We move in perfect unison, our bodies swaying together as one. His hands caress my stomach and hips as his thrusts become more passionate. His breathing is heavy in my ear, echoing the rhythm of our fucking.

I arch into him as the waves of pleasure build and then crash over me. Diego follows suit, and soon, we're shaking from the intensity of our orgasms. When the feeling subsides, we collapse in each other's arms, exhausted but still consumed by the heat radiating between us.

"Are you okay?" Diego asks, his hand coming to rest on my stomach. He's asked me the same question at least a million times since I told him last night.

I laugh and roll onto my back. "Yes, I don't even feel sick at the moment."

Happy with that answer, he dramatically pulls the covers off the bed, making me laugh. "W-what are you do—" I start, but he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the shower before I can even finish my sentence.

"The perfect start to the day," Diego declares later as he serves me a huge plate of waffles downstairs. I eye the enormous portion, unsure if the churning in my stomach is hunger or sickness. Only one way to find out.

"I'm not sure I'll manageallthese, Diego," I say with a laugh.

He looks confused for a moment. "But you're growing my baby. You need to eat a lot more."

"I'm more than happy with the excuse to eat more." I laugh again. "But let's just see how I go. I don't think I've seen the last of the morning sickness."

He looks concerned again, and I can't help laughing at his helpless expression. "I think the sickness is normal. Gina had a lot of it."

"Yes, of course." He sighs, turning back to put the pan on the side. "Call Gina this morning. It's time. It has been a while."

I can't help the smile that breaks out on my face, and I jump up and wrap my arms around him. He returns the embrace, sweeping me off the floor. "Thank you, thank you," I gush.

He shakes his head, setting me back down. "Don't thank me, Quinn. I'm not the good guy here, am I? But I guess I want to be. For you. For our baby."

I know this is huge, for Diego to acknowledge that he wants to be a good man formeandourchild. I place my hand on his face, my soft fingers tracing his rough stubble, and look into his mesmerizing eyes. I see the good there already.

"You are a good man, Diego. I want to call Gina and see her, but you're my mate."

This seems to do the trick, and he leans down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. My fingers instinctively tangle in his slightly long hair, and my brain scrambles. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to his effect on me.

Leaving me to finish my waffles, he's happy to see I've eaten most of them when he returns. Perhaps I can eat for two after all. He approaches the counter and slides a phone over to me.

"I'm going to the study to do some work. You can call Gina on this. I'll be in the next room."

I nod, slowly picking up the phone. It's been nearly two months, and my fingers tremble as I dial the number.

Diego walks away, and I know this is a huge test of trust for him. I've no doubt he'll be able to hear everything I say, but my heart is still soaring as I listen to the phone ring.

"Hello?" Gina answers.

The tears start falling before I even get my words out. "Oh my god, Gina?" I cry.

"Q-Quinn?? Is that really you?" she asks frantically, and I hear her rush downstairs and shout for Lucca. "Where are you? Are you hurt?"

I try to calm my breathing. "No, I'm not hurt. I'm okay."

"Is it true? Did Diego take you? Have you escaped?" Gina fires off a thousand questions at once, and I can hear Lucca in the background, trying to calm her down.

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