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“I like it,” she beamed up at a smiling Kira, who was still holding the eye pencil. Priscilla decided that everyone should just write their suggestions on her belly. It was adorable.
Her lips turned downward slightly, and my heart jumped in my chest with worry. What the fuck made her sad? I could kill whatever made her sad.
“I already have a name picked out for a girl, though.”
Thank God.
Kira’s smile didn’t falter. “I’ll think for a boy name then.”
Priscilla nodded, and then her eyes came to me. She took the pencil from Kira and offered it to me. “Don’t you want to make a suggestion?” she asked with doe eyes.
We have been through this, Love.I pinched her cheek. “No.”
She squeaked. “Why?”
She knew why. “Because then you will choose whatever I write. I want you to decide on the name.”
Priscilla pouted and rolled her eyes at me. When we first talked about baby names, I told her I wanted her to choose. I knew a name she chose was going to mean more than whatever I was going to choose.
I was better with emotions now. I was not afraid of showing my love to Priscilla. I was even more transparent with my family. When I was surrounded by people I loved, I was never the Ice King or the Heartless. Yet, I still didn’t have as many emotions as Priscilla.
Our baby deserved a name filled with emotions and sunshine.
Priscilla actually found a girl's name pretty quickly but said she was only going to tell me if we had a girl. I actually hoped for a girl. A blonde girl with huge green eyes and a lot of smiles. Such would be a perfect child, no doubt.
I didn’t tell Priscilla that. She seemed like she didn’t have a preference. One day she told me how her green eyes would look so cute with my black hair, and another day she told me a golden-eyed baby would definitely be a piece of sunshine.
I loved all of her ideas. Having a baby with her was, all in all, a euphoric experience. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her and thinking,she is carrying my baby.
Priscilla was mine, and this kid was mine.
I couldn’t believe owning something felt this good. I couldn’t believe just looking at my pregnant wife made me feel this much love.
I felt a hand patting my chest twice and bent automatically so Priscilla could kiss me. I wanted to feel her lips on mine. I wanted to kiss her passionately. For some ridiculous reason, pregnancy fueled my libido as well. Priscilla was almost always desperate for sex now, and I was no different.
Unfortunately, her lips stayed on mine for a very short time. Just a peck. “I am going to ask, Gabriele.”
The peck made sense since we were with her family and her brother was just a few feet away, sitting on the couch.
Horniness gone.
“Okay,” I said and watched her walk happily to the couch where Gabriele and Roberto were sitting. Pregnancy made her hormonal, so she got emotional much more easily, but most of the time, she was happy.
I loved that she was happy.
“She looks happy.”
Voice made me peel my eyes off of my wife, which was a hard thing to do for me. I was mesmerized by her. Yet, my newly freed emotions didn’t mess with my self-control. They didn’t mess with who I was. I realized the thing that gave me chaos was fighting with those emotions.
It was fighting with myself.
I looked at smiling Kira. “I am doing my best to keep her like that,” I truthfully answered.
What happened with Michele hurt us all. Kira felt responsible for Priscilla’s attack since Michele tricked her by stealing Kira’s phone. She felt responsible because the root of his plan was connected to her.
Michele wanted to use men who were still angry at Gabriele for marrying a Russian. I knew he never worried over an uprising since he was very powerful, but his brother tried one anyway. He fueled some men over it. He even told them he was the one who married Priscilla off to me. According to his story, Gabriele was going to make Priscilla marry a Russian as well.
I really wanted to know how stupid they were.
