Page 66 of Truth
“I wish I could hold you upside down to keep it all in.” He’s been trying to knock me up for weeks.
“You’re a maniac. I hope we have all girls. That will be your karma.” I step back just in case he actually tries holding me upside down.
“You better hope for boys, or we’ll need a criminal attorney.” I laugh at the idea. Our girls really will be screwed.
Motioning to the pan for him to clean up, I wink. “I’m going to take a shower and get cleaned up before everyone gets here.” Gripping my arm, he pulls me back against his body.
“Thank you for bringing me back to life.”
“Thank you for being my life.”
Five Years Later.
“Drew, have you seen two tiny little knights with black hair and their mother’s eyes and one gorgeous little princess with her mother’s savagery and her father’s eyes? I have to be specific because as the dragon in this sordid little game, I wouldn’t want to fire breath the wrong people.” I can’t hold back my laughter or the giggles coming from under the covers where my twin boys and lovely little princess are hiding.
“Haven’t seen them,” I try and say with a straight face as Dominic lunges for the bed, tickling the mounds under my blanket. Their screams of laughter elicit his own laughs until they pop up screaming foul play.
“Daddy!” they all yell in unison until Giorgia holds up her little hand to quiet the boys. Already so commanding for only two and a half.
“Daddy, no fair,” she pouts, and he swoops her up in his strong arms, whispering to her in Italian until she smiles and kisses his cheeks.
“We get candy!” she yells to her waiting older brothers, who start jumping up and down on the bed in celebration.
“Antonio, Christian, what has your mother asked you about jumping on beds?” Even on his best day, Dominic cannot be stern with his children. “Sorry, Daddy” is muttered as they crawl down and give me kisses. Chasing each other out of my room, they run to find their sister, who has probably already eaten all the candy.
“Don’t give them too much,” I complain to him, worry furrowing my brow.
“Stop worrying, rest. Tomorrow you have another set of boys to give me.” This pregnancy was a full-blown miracle. I was on the pill and yet another set of twin boys.
“No more after this, King. No more. You’re getting clipped!”
He laughs, shaking his head in agreement and leaning down to run his hand over my belly, dipping down to give it a kiss.
“Daddy!” is yelled from down the hall, and he smiles against my pregnant tummy. “I’ve been called a lot of things in my life—Priest, Dominic, King—but that one’s my favorite.”
“I love you, King.”
“And I you.”