Page 23 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

Nineteen

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August

A month had passed since we’d returned from our babymoon. Both of us had a lot of work to handle. I was officially on maternity leave, and Ro handled his business per usual. Ro made due on his word. He took out Troy Jr. When I got the news, I was hurt.

I loved my brother. He just didn’t love me.

I had hoped one day that we’d settle our differences, but boy was I wrong.

It was hard to have any remorse for him after he’d hired someone to kill me multiple times.

How else could I feel besides slightly sad?

I didn’t know why he didn’t like me. Now that he was dead, I guess I’d never know. Troy’s secrets died with him.

Ro leaned over and kissed me deeply. When we pulled apart, we stared at each other. He caressed my wild curls, prompting my eyes to close and enjoy the warmth from his fingertips.

“How did you sleep, baby?”

I opened my eyes and grinned. My fingers trailed over and down his toned chest and abs. It was insane how obsessed I was with him. The feeling was obviously mutual.

Plus, the large, branded flesh he carried no longer made me pity him. It simply made me hold him a little more or touch him a little longer.

“I slept well, handsome.” I sat up and licked the top of my lip sexily.

His brows merged, and a sly smirk formed.

“What are you up to?” he queried.

I straddled his waist. “I’m relieving both of us before we start our day, big papa.”

I squatted over his dick and let the tip play around in my juices.

I slid down his thick, lengthy erection until he was fully inside me.

Ro’s hands flew to my waist. It was how he gained some control.

Ro still struggled with my riding skills.

I stayed seated, basking in the intoxicating feeling our lovemaking offered me.

When I bounced on my tiptoes, I lifted all the way to the tip then went back down.

He gripped my waist tighter, and I stared in his eyes. His beautiful eyes conveyed everything he wanted to say that he couldn’t because I continued to squeeze my pussy muscles. The strained expression on his face partly revealed the truth.

Furthermore, the most powerful emotion displayed was adoration. Eyes were the window to the soul. Ro’s unique optics revealed just how much he loved me and how much he loved my pussy.

“Mm . . .” I released a sexy moan. “Keep telling me your story, baby.”

I slyly smiled. The deep strokes he gave me felt as if he had something to say, and I appreciated the storyteller in him.

Janeiro gripped my waist tighter and pumped harder in me.

His moans and groans were erotic. Sex talk with him was definitely a weakness of mine.

My hands adorned his chest like jewelry as I rode him harder.

To be sexed good was one thing, but to be loved while being sexed good was a feeling that no words had been created yet to describe.

“Fuck, Janeiro. I’m cummin’, baby!” I shouted, shaking like a stripper on Friday night.

Janeiro tweaked my nipples, making me ride him harder. His hands trailed to my ass. As I slowed down, Ro voraciously pounded in me until he came.

“Shit, Bella!” he bellowed.

The feel of his dick pulsating in me was a for sure turn-on. It had been times where he made me cum from that feeling. Once his body had finally calmed down, Janeiro helped me off him.

“I’ll go run us a shower,” he voiced out of breath.

“Alright, handsome.”

I turned on my side and slowly sat up. Since it was closer to my due date, Janeiro never let me shower alone.

Now that I was in my third trimester, Ro was super overprotective.

He feared I’d fall and hurt myself in the shower.

Plus, he constantly reminded me that I carried three babies instead of one.

It was the excuse he used to be a helicopter partner.

Ro strolled in from the bathroom and helped me into the shower.

We washed and caressed each other until the water chilled.

Once we dried off and dressed, he took me out to get my favorite breakfast. Stuffed strawberry and cream cheese French toast with cheddar cheese scrambled eggs and turkey sausages was the perfect meal.

If a side of cheesy grits were added, it would be a heavenly meal.

I burped loudly after drinking my juice.

“Ro, you feed me too much. I think you’re trying to fatten me up like a holiday turkey.”

I stuffed another forkful in my mouth. He shook his head and laughed.

“Bella, you’re so dramatic. I’m not feeding you to fatten you up, baby. I’m feeding you because that’s what I enjoy doing for you. Plus, when you eat, so do my legacies.” Ro winked and wiped his face with the napkin. “Are you done, Bella, or you wanna eat some more?”

“No, big papa. I’m finished. I can’t eat any more because I’m thinking about my surprise!” I squealed as I twerked in my seat.

“Alright. Let’s go then, Bella.”

Janeiro paid for our food then helped me into our truck.

Minutes later, we turned into the gated community my father lived in. I looked at him suspiciously.

“My father has my surprise?” I arched a brow.

“No, ma’am,” he answered without taking his eyes off the road.

We drove for a few more minutes until we pulled into the driveway of a beautiful, Queen Anne style, Victorian home. The house looked like it came out of a children’s storybook. That was how unbelievable it appeared. The exterior would give any architect a hard on.

It was a three-story home with lofty, gabled roofs.

There were picture windows and other uniquely shaped windows around the house.

The stained glass and decorative woodwork made me want to cry.

Dormers, towers, and turrets helped create the classic Victorian look.

She was a true beauty. The manicured lawn and artistic shrubbery that was shaped into statues exuded magnificence.

Ro turned off the engine and looked to me. “I wanted to save this house for last on our list. You want to take a look inside?”

“Hell yes! I would love to tour it, but don’t we need a realtor to be present? It's an amazing home, but I have no plans on delivering my babies in a federal prison,” I joked, but I really was serious.

“It’s fine, Bella. Dawn got the approval and keys for me while we were away. Trust me, love. You’re safe with me.”

“Ro, I knew I was safe with you the moment we met. If you say we’re good to go, then I trust you. Let’s go in!” I expressed excitedly.

“My girl.” Janeiro climbed out the car and helped me out.

As we walked up the driveway, there was a huge for sale sign that couldn’t be missed. If I liked what I saw inside, then this baby would be ours. Ro guided me up the stairs and unlocked the door, allowing me in first.

My knees damn near buckled at how immaculate and grand the interior was. There were high ceilings and an ornate staircase that jumped at you first. We took our time and walked around the lower level until Ro guided me up the stairs to the main bedroom.

“Damn, this room is nice. I could see myself having a lifetime of orgasms in here with you, big papa.”

Janeiro laughed. “Is that all you think about, beautiful?”

I placed my hand on my face and imitated the thinking emoji.

“Pretty much. I can’t help it. Every time I’m around you or not near you, I just wanna jump your bones. As you old folks say.” I snickered and teased him.

“Ooh, nice one, youngin. I see you got jokes. I’ma remember that later on. For now, let’s check out another room. Maybe see which room would suit the kids?”

I nodded in agreement. “That sounds great.”

Janeiro allowed me to take my time as we walked to the next room. When he twisted the knob, he had to catch me quickly because this time my knees did buckle. I faced him with wide eyes.

“Ro? What is this? I-I mean. I know what it is but how? How did you do this? I can’t believe you right now.”

My lower lip trembled and my tears flowed like a river. I hiccupped and cried. Ro rocked me in his strong and toned arms. He rubbed my back gently until I gradually calmed down.

I turned in his arms and stared at the beautifully decorated nursery. My dad stood there, holding Londen around the waist.

“Sweet Pea, your mother was a beautiful woman. Some kind of a way it’s like she knew she was going to pass away ahead of time.

In her will, there were specific instructions.

The day her only daughter was about to give birth, she wanted a picture framed high on the wall—one of her and you and one of your Gigi and you. ”

My tears continued to pour as I gazed at the big photo frame that adorned the wall.

It was a two-picture collage. One side was my mom and I having our first skin-to-skin contact.

On the other side was me at age eight, cheesing really hard as I sat at Gigi’s table while we peeled potatoes together.

Under the picture frame was my Gigi’s favorite wood rocking chair that was reupholstered with a comfortable looking seat cushion.

There were three different wood cribs in the room. Each crib was pushed against a different colored wall. The nursery was decorated in neutral shades because we decided not to know the gender of our babies until birth. I cleared my throat before I spoke.

In a trembling voice, I spoke to all of them.

“There are no words to express how truly grateful and appreciative I am for all three of you. Today, you guys have unlocked emotions and sorrows in me that I didn’t know I still carried.

That beautiful picture on the wall has officially closed the last hole that was in my heart.

“Daddy, I understand now. The feels and kicks of these little ones fuel me with a passion and love I had no knowledge that existed. Next to you, Gigi worked hard to give me the motherly love other kids experienced.

“You all have showed up for me in the most loving and healthiest ways possible. I can’t stress enough how much I love you all. Our family has changed in different ways because God had other plans. Thank you for being the best father a little girl could dream about.”

“Thank you, pumpkin head. It’s not easy being a parent, but you made it worth the journey.”

I blew him a kiss and focused on my girl.

“Londen, you are one of my favorite treasures. When we started working together three years ago, I had no idea our bond would grow to be so strong. The time, effort, and love you’ve shown me can’t be faked or imitated.

When my Gigi passed, I thought I would never form a bond with another woman until we met.

Thank you so much for your undying support and loyalty, honey.

” I wobbled over and hugged her and my dad tightly.

“We have a bit of news too,” Londen mumbled. “Troy Sr. and I are expecting. We found out last month. We didn’t want to intrude on you guys’ happiness, but we’re two months pregnant,” she revealed happily.

My dad looked at Londen adoringly. I imagined that was the same look he used to give my mother. I hugged both of them tightly again.

“I’m so, so happy for you two and the new addition. I’ll be a great big sister.”

“We know,” they announced in unison.

I released them, and Ro walked up and shook hands with my dad.

“Congratulations to you both,” he happily stated. He turned and hugged Londen tightly then released her.

She turned to me. “Now, our babies will grow up and be close just like us!” Londen affirmed happily.

The joy my heart felt at the moment just couldn’t be fathomed. Londen and I squealed like schoolgirls.

Ro cleared his throat. “You guys mind if I have a talk with my love just for a minute? We’ll be right down.”

“Sure. Come on, baby,” Londen replied. They left the room.

“Janeiro, this surprise was the best gift I’ve ever received, next to our children, of course. Thank you, baby. Truly, I thank you for absolutely everything.”

Janeiro wrapped me in his arms as we swayed in silence.

“Bella, if you don’t know by now, I’ll do anything for you. I hope this surprise has proven that to you.”

I stared into his endless blue eyes until I’d gotten my fill of them. He was all the man and the only man I would ever want and need.

“I know but quick question. The ‘for sale’ sign in the yard was just a hoax?”

He nodded. “Yes, baby. I had to throw you off a bit.”

I pulled him down to me and slipped my tongue into his fruity tasting mouth.

“Bella, I have one more surprise for you, then I’m done.”

I shook my head. “No more surprises, love. You’ve done more than enough.”

“No, I haven’t. I spent a long time alone and running away from my demons.” He pulled on my curly bang. “Now that I have our legacies, I’m going to spend the rest of my life thanking you.”

“Aww, you’re such a softy. I’m kidding. My life was completed when you made your appearance. For the rest of my life, I want to spend every waking moment with you.”

He swiftly picked me up off my feet.

“That can be easily arranged.”

Ro hauled ass out the nursery, leaving behind my laughter.