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I lie back in shock. That did not just happen…

My heavy pants fill the room, my head swimming with the possession radiating from him. He zips up his jeans and stares down at his handiwork, and part of me wants to wipe it away. He’s insane, feral, a savage, and I crave it. What does that make me?

He tugs my T-shirt to below my bra, covering me while my head swims in a haze as I lie there stupefied. Then he opens the door and whistles. Fucking whistles.

Slapping a hand over my face, I whine at his antics.

The doctor returns and takes one look at my stomach before turning a deep shade of red. I glance away and up toward Rocco, who stands towering over the doctor with his arms folded across his chest and a smug, cocky grin on his face.

Jesus. I rub at the pressure point on my temple.

“You good?” Rocco’s voice cuts through the fog.

“A little headache.”

He nods. “You need a release, Little Red. I’ll give you one. Let him do his job first.” He tilts his head toward the doctor, who scrambles to set up the scanner while my mouth falls slack at his blatant insinuation.

Rocco pulls up a chair and takes my hand in his. His thick fingers play with my wedding ring, and my heart warms at the motion. All the embarrassment and anger I feel toward him leaves with the simple action.

When the scanner makes contact with my stomach, I flinch, and Rocco growls toward the doctor. “You hurt my woman, and I’ll cut your fucking hands off and force you to eat them, understand?”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up inside me at his words. Then I search his face, and it promises retribution. Holy shit, he’s serious.

“Ye-yes, sir.” The doctor’s hand trembles, and I want to tell him not to worry, but a soft whirling sound fills the room, then Rocco stills and turns his head to face the computer screen.

“There we go.” The doctor points toward the little blob on the screen, and my heart swells at the sight. Several clicks occur while Rocco and I remain transfixed.

“We did it, Little Red. We made a baby.” His tone is filled with awe, and that alone has emotion erupting inside me. “It’s incredible,” he whispers.

“Everything looks good. Little one appears to be almost twenty weeks.”

“That’s nearly five months, right?”

“That’s correct,” the doctor confirms.

A wide grin spreads across Rocco’s face, and he brings my hand to his lips, kissing them gently. “We were fucking meant to be, Little Red.”

A lump catches in my throat, and I can only nod in response.

“Would you like to know the sex?”

Rocco’s eyebrows shoot up, and he sits forward to stare at the screen. “You can tell?”

“Yes, sir. Mr. Marino, sir.” The doctor stumbles over his words, and I chew on my lip to refrain from laughing.

Rocco tilts his head to face me. “You want to know?”

“You choose,” I whisper.

The moment I say the words, excitement buzzes through him. His eyes dance and his body practically vibrates as I wait to hear what we’re having.

He turns to the doctor. “Go ahead and tell us.”

“A girl, sir. Erm, Mr. and Mrs. Marino, congratulations, you’re having a girl.”

“A little girl.” Rocco’s entire face lights up. “We’re having a baby girl, Hal.”

And all I can do is nod. The love in his eyes as his gaze flicks back and forth from me to the computer screen is like nothing I have ever witnessed before.

Rocco Marino may be a deranged savage, but he’s completely in love with me and our baby, and that makes us the most powerful couple in New Jersey.