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“I don’t have any Snickerdoodles, but you should probably let me in any way. You know… since I’m your soon to be husband and father of our child.” Giovanni is standing at my door wearing a polo shirt and a pair of jeans.
There’s nothing like Giovanni DeLuca in a suit but in a pair of jeans that fit just right… my Gaaawwd! But I can’t be distracted by that delicious body, his pretty face, or that deep voice that fuels the flame of my lust.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I say instead of kissing his face and begging him to fuck me once more for old times’ sake.
“I’m here to take you home so we can get married and raise our family.” Giovanni’s face is serious as he barges into my house.
I close the door behind him and follow him into the living room, where he’s looking around as if I invited him in.
“What? This isn’t the fifties anymore. We don’t need to be married just because we’re having a… wait. How the hell did you know I was pregnant? Nobody knows I’m pregnant.” I plop down on my sofa in disbelief.
This feels like some weird dream. I can’t believe that Giovanni is here. I didn’t even know he knew where I was. Why would he care? I didn’t get so much as a phone call when I left the hospital. Not that I wanted him to chase me. I was glad that he didn’t try to make me stay and work for him.
I wouldn’t be able to hide the pregnancy or my feelings for him if I would’ve stayed in Nashville. I would’ve been miserable. It’s not peaches and cream here in Dallas, but at least I don’t have to see his beautiful face every day and know he would never love me.
“Your doctor knows you’re pregnant. And I know everything about you, Egypt. Did you think you could keep my baby from me?” His dark eyes glitter with an untamed rage, and I frown.
“I missed the part where you have a right to be mad at me. You humiliated me, and I left, but I would’ve never kept your child away from you. And for you to accuse me of that is bullshit, and you know it.”
“It’s not bullshit. You’re pregnant with my child, and I haven’t heard from you in three months.” Giovanni growls as he stalks closer to me.
“It’s not like that. I-I had some decisions to make…” I trail off because he could never understand. And maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should’ve told him as soon as I found out.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. But we can arrange custody and visitations. So, once the baby is born, it will be worked out.” I say, resigned that this is happening now and not in a few months like I planned in my head.
A fierce frown breaks out on Giovanni’s face, and he turns red, “the fuck are you talking about? This isn’t a game, Egypt. A fucking custody agreement!” Giovanni yells. He runs his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath.
I can tell he’s trying to calm down, but I don’t know why he’s so angry in the first place. I think I’m being very reasonable and logical about what needs to be done. I’m not holding our child hostage because the father doesn’t want me.
I am not that type of woman. I want my baby to be loved and know that both their parents wanted them.
“Look, it’s obvious you don’t want me. I’ve accepted that. We can be great co-parents if that’s what you want.”
“I want you, Egypt King. I love you. I can’t fucking live without you. I tried to let you go because, for once, I didn’t want to be a selfish bastard. I know you wanted to do things on your own, so I stayed away. But I still assigned my men to you and made sure you had twenty-four hour protection because I wanted to make sure you were safe even if you didn’t want to be with me. But when they reported back to me that you were visiting an OBGYN, I chased your ass to Texas.
I couldn’t let you stay here alone, and once I found out you were pregnant, nobody could keep me from you. Not Buddy, not those annoying ass twins, nobody. Please come home with me, baby. I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I’m doing my best not to let them fall. I don’t want to love this man, but I can’t help it.
“I’m so sorry for not telling you this sooner. I’m sorry you thought for one second that you weren’t the woman of my dreams. I’m sorry that I made you feel anything besides love. I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t share the most important news of our lives with me. I’m sorry.” Giovanni’s face is so sincere, and his words touch my heart.
I may be crazy, but I believe him. I want to believe everything he says. I want to be the woman of his dreams because he’s the man of mine.
“I love you. I have loved you for two years, and I want you to be my wife.”
