She giggled and nodded, then skipped away.
“She's not going to bed anytime soon, is she?”I whispered to Stefan as we watched her dance and sing to her bunny.
“Nope.She had two cannoli.”
I raised my eyebrows and let out a small laugh.“Two?”
He sighed loudly.“She gave me her sad face.What was I supposed to do?”
I kissed his neck and smiled.“Seems like she takes after her mother in a lot of ways.”
Carlo yelled from the kitchen, “Daniella!Do you want to help me take a snack up to Mommy?”
Dani kept dancing around the patio.“No, fanks!”she said mid-song.
“We've got her,” Stefan said and waved to his brother.And even though I wanted to slap Carlo's handsome face, and kick him somewhere very, very, very painful—I genuinely felt sorry for the man.And it would be better for everyone if they could get along.At least until the baby was born and Giselle had time to recover.
And then kick him out.
Carlo left, and we watched Dani play for a while longer.Finally, I said, “Maybe some warm soup will make her tired.”I stood and looked down at Stefan.“Do you want anything?”
His eyes traveled down my body and then back up again—landing on my cleavage.And, just like his brother, he stared at my breasts.“Just you, later,” he whispered.“On my face.”His gaze rose to mine.“I have a lot to thank you for.”
11
Francesca
Luckily, warm soup did the trick.Dani started yawning.And yawning.And yawning.
And when I suggested taking bunny up to bed—she eagerly nodded.
Carlo greeted us halfway up the stairs.“Time for bed, Daniella?”
She yawned loudly and nodded.He scooped her up and looked at me.“Thanks, Francesca.You've been a real blessing to this family.I hope you know that.”And with that, he turned and whisked her away.
I walked back down the stairs, through the dining room, and through the kitchen.Stefan was still sitting where I'd left him.Dani had only wanted me to take her up to bed.Which I thought was cute.
“Carlo took her,” I announced with a small yawn of my own as I walked onto the patio.
Stefan grabbed my hand and smiled.“It's been a long day.Why don't you go get ready for bed.I'll be up soon.”
I nodded and gave him a quick kiss.“Okay.Don't be too long.”
He grinned against my lips.“I won't.We're doing ‘1.e’ on the spreadsheet.Be ready.”
I wandered upstairs and decided to take a quick shower.If we were doing ‘1.e’ on the spreadsheet—that would be a good idea.After I dried off, I brushed through my hair and shuffled to the closet.I decided on a sexy black lace nightie.
It was see-through—and short.I wasn't sure if it would work for position ‘1.e’ on the spreadsheet.But I logically assumed that if it didn’t—Stefan could just take it off.
I slipped on the nightie.It really had the prettiest lace I'd ever seen.When I walked back into the bedroom, I heard the bathroom door close.A few seconds later, the shower turned on.
My eyes fell to the bed, where a plate with two cannoli sat.
Hmm.
They looked delicious.But I'd already had a cannoli with Giselle.I wasn't sure if I wanted anything else that sweet tonight.I wouldn't mind a glass or two of wine.Looking around, I saw that Stefan hadn't brought any drinks up with him.
Hmm.
