Page 135 of Deadly Obsession

Mafia Dons don’t live in homes with white picket fences,he had argued.

Well, they do now.

I’m in the kitchen grabbing an iced tea and some chips to bring outside to the barbecue. I waddle my ass out the door and down the steps with the bowl of Doritos on my hip and the glass of tea in my hand.

“Sage!” Elias grumbles, reaching me the moment I step on grass. “You should be staying off your feet.”

He grabs the bowl and holds out his arm for me to use as a crutch.

Despite my stubbornness about not wanting to accept his help, I sigh at the release of pressure it provides.

“I’m fine. I’ve been through this before. I know my limits.”

“You almost died giving birth the first time,” Del snorts as we reach the chairs placed around the fire pit in the backyard.

I scowl at my brother-in-law and motion the tips of my fingers across my neck.

“I didn’t almost die,” I say as Elias helps lower me into the Adirondack chair. “I passed out because of a uterine rupture that caused blood loss.”

Noah slaps the back of her hand against Del’s chest. He mouths ‘what’ at her, and she shakes her head.

“This pregnancy is being closely monitored too.” I turn my scowl to my husband. “By the live-in doctor somebody just had to hire.”

Elias holds up his hands. “I’m not taking chances.”

I roll my eyes but smile because my Level 100 Clinger hasn’t changed at all.

“I’m on Elias’s side,” Noah says, giving him a wink.

She does that to piss off Del, and he reacts accordingly by balling his hands into fists.

“The only person I trust with her life is Elias,” she continues.

“Yeah, because he’s fucking obsessed,” Del grumbles.

Kevin, the corgi that Noah got for Del a few years ago, barks as it chases Imogen around the backyard. My little girl giggles, her little fingers trying to get a hold of the dog, but Kevin is too fast for her.

She trips over something in the yard, and I jolt, ready to get up to help, but I don’t move as fast as I normally do with this baby boy in my belly, now four weeks away from entering the world.

Elias prepares to stand, too, but Immy gets back up and continues laughing while running around after the dog.

She’s the spitting image of Elias. Dark wavy hair and blue eyes. Elias says her chipmunk cheeks and attitude are from me.

Little Gene better have blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes like me.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Noah says with a sigh.

She takes a drink of wine and relaxes in the chair. She’s wearing shades and a bikini top with short shorts since it’s summer and hot as hell.

Noah and Del live next door, but we have a pool, so they’re always over here on sunny days. At least, when they’re not traveling the world killing the corrupt and powerful.

“So you and Del are still not interested in having kids?” Elias asks.

“No, no, no,” she says with a laugh. “I’m perfectly fine being Aunt Noe.”

“And Uncle Dwel,” Del adds.

Dwel is what Immy calls him since she can’t say Del correctly yet.