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Chapter Fifteen
Josephine
Disappointed, I enter the suite and take a seat on the couch knowing Maceo will soon arrive, wanting to smooth things over. I knew there was a chance of everyone finding out before we were ready to reveal it—there were too many who already had. More than anything, I had only wanted to wait to tell people until we were past the first trimester, out of the danger zone. But I’m high risk regardless, so waiting to tell everyone seems pointless.
As upset as I am, I’m certain this wasn’t intentional. Maceo was as concerned and willing as I was to hold off telling the rest of the family. There’s no way he would go behind my back and throw a party announcing our pregnancy without me by his side. If anything, he’s probably as upset as me—he was excited to share the news too.
It’s an accident—nothing more. Maceo and I will be fine. We still have the genders to reveal, so that’s something to look forward to. But I’ll let Maceo explain his side before completely putting this to bed.
A few moments later, I hear his heavy footfalls coming up the stairs. Maceo looks baffled when he sees the door to our suite is wide open, probably surprised I hadn’t locked him out as I have in the past when he’s upset me.
“Hey,” I say when his eyes land on me.
“Hey,” he replies. “Um… The door is open, but if you need time to yourself, I can just drop off your sandwich and get lost.”
“No. I want to talk.”
Maceo shuts the door and approaches me slowly, the plate still in his hand.
“You made me my sandwich?”
Maceo looks at me and gulps. “Yeah. It’s what I was doing before everything went haywire downstairs.”
“Thank you,” I say, taking the plate from his hand and setting it on the coffee table. I turn back to my husband. He looks…nervous.
“You’re not going to throw it at me?”
My head cocks to the side. “Did you do something on purpose to earn a sandwich thrown at you?”
Maceo shakes his head, his eyes wide and hopeful. “No, baby, I didn’t. You being hurt is understandable, and I’m so fucking sorry this happened. I didn’t want people to find out like this; I’m as concerned as you are about the pregnancy. I wanted you to be further along before revealing it to the rest of the family.”
“How did everyone find out?”
He runs his hand through his thick black hair. “It was the stupid sandwich of all things. Piero had a pregnant sister who ate the same thing when she was pregnant. He guessed you were and made a comment. The guys picked it up over the ear comms. It was a complete fluke, I swear.”
Just piss poor luck our pregnancy was exposed. I don’t fault Maceo or his men. The crew was excited and threw an impromptu celebratory party in his honor. Sometimes shit happens and it’s no one’s fault.
Relieved, I stand, taking his hand, and lead him into the bedroom. Maceo swallows loudly. “What about your sandwich?”
“It can wait. I have an appetite for something better.”
Maceo hesitates. I have to tug his hand to get him moving. His steps are halting, and his eyes guarded, assessing, as if wondering about my sudden change of heart. His confusion is understandable. Maceo’s probably waiting for the other shoe to fall. It guts me that he feels the need to walk around on eggshells when he’s done nothing to merit my anger. I need to show him I’m okay and he has nothing to worry about.
I perch on the edge of the bed, pulling him by the waistband of his jeans to stand between my legs. I stare into his dark eyes as I undo his belt and pants. Maceo’s brows pull together in a look of confusion. “Pixie…is your stomach better?”
I lick my lips as I pull his boxer briefs down to release his semi-hard cock. I can tell he wants to believe I want this as his erection grows, but he’s proceeding with caution. I don’t want cautious right now. I want Maceo rough and domineering. We haven’t been intimate since my morning sickness kicked in, and I miss him—miss the way we usually are. My stomach is settled for the time being, and I plan to make the most of it.
Maceo bites his lower lip, running his calloused fingers up my cheek, nestling them into my hair. “You’re not mad at me, baby?”
I shake my head, pushing his jeans and underwear to his ankles. His natural manly scent hits my nose, making my mouth water. “I’m not mad at you, only the situation. What I want right now is my husband to make us both feel good.” Eagerly, I take his thick length in my hands and slowly work his long shaft the way he likes it.
Maceo’s onyx eyes narrow some more. “I’m never this lucky when we fight. You’re not planning on biting me, are you? No sneak-attack?”
I bark a laugh. “Only if you want me to. I thought you liked a little teeth down there?”
“I do.” His face smolders, his panty-dropping smirk taking over his face.
My tongue snakes out to lick the tip of his bulbous head. He hisses through his teeth.
