I chuckle. “You’re getting a real kick out of this aren’t you?”
His lips melt against the side of my neck. “You have no idea how much.”
My knees almost buckle at the feel of his soft lips on my flesh.
I bet I do.
“Mr. And Mrs. Pitucco, what can I get for you?” The server asks.
“Never be too far away from my wife. And get her whatever she needs throughout the reception.”
“Understood,” the server replies.
“She works for Dex and Ramiro Romano. They have a bodyguard service. Every person working for Lexis’s catering company Succulent Cuisines is carrying.”
Lexis has a catering service? Why didn’t she mention she was catering my wedding? I’ll be sure to thank her when I see her and the girls again later.
“My name is Kay. I’ll bring an array of hors d’oeuvres for you to choose from.”
“Thank you, Kay.” I grin.
She darts away.
“What time do we eat dinner?” I ask.
He smirks. “Ready to get to the honeymoon, huh?”
I smack my lips. “The wedding dress is squeezing my body so that I look like perfection.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” he barks.
“Beauty is pain,” I reply.
Nico grabs my hand and walks toward the mafia bosses. He’s still grumbling under his breath. I’m aware he loves my soft belly. For my big day I wanted to look snatched.
After having a baby my stomach was a little pudgier. Yes, I could’ve gotten plastic surgery. I didn’t want to do that. So, I worked out. And I got toned up. My stomach is just a little smaller than it was before I had a baby.
“Are you ready to have my baby?” He asks.
I visibly swallow.
“Nico, you pushed me into a marriage I didn’t want.”
He stops in his tracks and meets my gaze.
“I told you I couldn’t give you a family. You know my trauma yet you still pushed.” I blow out a breath.
I reach up and slip my hand over his bearded cheek. “I’m in it now. I will be the best wife I can be to you until I die…”
He grins.
“…soon,” I finish.
“I don’t stay to watch his handsome smile drop.
“Hello,” I say with all the enthusiasm I can muster.
Nico pulls himself together long enough to converse with the bosses.
