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“I love it. You got the loan?”
“I did. Sitting in a special bank account I made just for the business. I even called the owner of the building and set up a meeting to talk next week.”
“Kieran!” I cried. “We’re going to have a restaurant!”
We kissed once again, and when our lips broke apart, I could feel his cock growing again. It was beginning to press against my thigh, and a thrill went down my spine. It wasn’t going to be long before he was ready for round two.
“I was thinking,” he said. “I could supply some stuff I make all the time for the fire department. Whenever I’m not up there, I could come work in the kitchen. We could put a nursery in the building so our baby could be there with us all the time, and it’s just a mile or two from my place anyway. We might even be able to steal Tony away from Dina’s.”
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Then we would all be able to cook spicy stuff together!”
“We’d never lose another chili cook-off, that’s for sure,” he laughed.
“But what about Papa?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “He’ll be devastated.”
“I think he’ll be okay. We won’t serve anything he serves, and if he still needs you once or twice a week at the bar or in the kitchen, I’m sure we can work it out.”
“Do you think so? You wouldn’t be upset?”
“Why would I be?” he asked. “He’s your father. He wants you to be happy. And of course you would help him when he needed you. We will figure it out. I promise.”
“Oh, Kieran,” I said, burying my face into his chest. “This is all so much. I feel like it’s too good to be true.”
“It’s not.” He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head again. “This is reality. It’s real. It’s you and me. And it’s for good. We’re going to have a baby. And we’re going to have a restaurant. And we are going to be happy.”
“I love you. I am so, so happy.”
“I love you too,” he said. “Also, and I want you to think about this one, because it might change if you have to fill in for your father once in a while, but otherwise… you will never have to make another lasagna ever again.”
I closed my eyes and let out a long slow breath.
“Promise?” I asked.
“Promise.”
“You have no idea how good that sounds.”
“I think I do,” he said.
I glanced down from where my head was settled on his chest to the rising mound under the blanket. It had grown as I watched it, and my core began to tingle with desire. Slowly, I slid my hand down his chest and under the covers. My fingers wrapped around his staff, and I stroked him.
“As good as this feels?” I asked.
“Something like that,” he said, tipping my chin back so he could press a kiss against it.
“Good,” I said.
“Come here,” he said, “I don’t think I’m done celebrating yet.”
28
KIERAN
This was only my second bonfire, and I was nervous. Part of it was being inducted to the inner circle of movers and shakers in Ashford, sure, but the other part was what this night meant. What we were going to do. That was the biggest and most daunting part of the upcoming night.
I had stayed in bed with Sofia all day, finally rousing myself off the bed long enough to shower and bring her back to my place to get ready for the bonfire. Sofia called out for the day, telling her father she needed a day off and would tell him why the next day. That was a conversation I didn’t know if I should look forward to either. I knew her dad liked me, but he was a traditional man. The idea of his unmarried daughter being pregnant with a man she’d only know a few months was not the best optics.
Thankfully, he didn’t ask any questions, and Sofia and I ended up in the shower at my place, unable to spend more than a little bit of time without our hands all over each other. We were giddy about each other, living in a fog of silliness and sex. It was like I was a teenager, constantly hungry for her and never feeling full. I wanted to be touching her always, even just our fingers interlocked, or the sides of our feet pressed together while standing. I needed her energy and her touch, just as she needed mine.
We had decided to tell everyone about the pregnancy at the bonfire. Sofia got dressed in a blue, soft cloth dress that accentuated her curves while still looking casual. It made me want to slip my hand up her thigh and feel the soft cloth above my hand and her wet core underneath, but I would have to wait. She knew it was driving me wild too, and the coy smile on her face confirmed it.
