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She looked at me with a big smile on her pretty face. “I have dreams about a little girl with long black hair.”
“Maybe you’re manifesting her,” I quipped.
She shook her head and smiled. “I can feel it. Call it intuition. But I think I’m having a girl.” Alex turned her head to the side to look at Damian. “How do you feel about having a girl?”
“Scared,” he admitted. “I don’t know how to take care of a baby.”
“You take care of me,” she cooed.
“No, I don’t.” He laughed at the idea. “My brothers handle everything because they don’t think I can do it.”
“That’s not why,” I fired back. “Luca has to control her schedule and her wardrobe. Marcello enjoys being her bodyguard.” I bent down and kissed her forehead. “And I make sure she knows we love her.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Damian bit the inside of his cheek. “What’s left?”
Alex clutched his hand. “Take care of me and the baby. That’s your job now.”
“How?”
His question sounded strange, but it was valid to him. I could see him asking Dr. Langston the same question, and the old man having to stifle his laughter. Damian often asked questions normal people could answer without a second thought.
“You can start by sleeping with me.”
He curled his arm around her and pulled her closer. “We have to sleep with Bash.” He glanced over at me. “Just in case.”
“The nightmares,” Alex commented.
He nodded. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby in my sleep.”
“This is a start.” A grin tugged at her mouth. “When I say take care of us, I just want you to be here. Don’t run from me. No more hiding when you can’t deal.”
“I can do that,” he said in a hushed tone.
Alex moved his hand between her legs and shoved his fingers inside her. “Right now, I need you to take care of me.”
A smile, a real one that touched his eyes, lit up his face as he climbed on top of her. I kissed our girl, and she moaned into my mouth. Damian made love to her, soft and slow. For years, he thought he wasn’t capable of anything other than violence. But the past few months had proved him wrong.
I kissed Alex. Then I grabbed the back of Damian’s head and kissed him, too. Alex reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock, her stokes matching Damian’s thrusts.
We kissed and fucked, completely forgetting about the events of the day, focused on our future. The old Bastian died tonight, replaced by someone new. And after we collapsed onto the mattress together, I noticed the change in Damian, too.
Over breakfast, Bastian and Damian filled us in on Fitzy’s betrayal. Carl had discovered his secret right before Alex’s kidnapping. I still didn’t trust Wellington, but after I married Alex, I would be privy to his secrets, and that brought me some comfort.
Later in the day, I found Alex in my mother’s studio. She sat on the floor and dipped her brush into the gold paint. It was like she was allergic to painting in a chair. Most of the time, she lifted the canvas off the easel and laid it on a tarp.
Alex looked up from the canvas when I stopped in front of her. “Is something wrong?”
I shook my head. “Can’t a man stare at his wife without something being wrong?”
She twirled a paintbrush between her fingers and chuckled. “I thought you were busy organizing the ceremony.”
I dropped to the floor beside her on one knee. “Legareis tomorrow night. You’ll be forever bound to the four of us.” She smiled at that, and I extended my hand. “There’s something I want to show you. It’s a surprise.”
Alex placed her hand in mine, and I helped her up from the floor. “Do I get a hint?”
“Nope.”
I led her across the room with my hand on her lower back.
