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I’m special.
I’m almost afraid to admit how much I hoped that was true.
Marco
“I hope I look that good after being in labor for sixteen hours,” Taylor says as we leave the hospital room and head to the elevator. “She was simply glowing.”
Pulling Taylor against my side, I kiss the top of her head. “I can’t imagine you ever looking anything but stunning.”
The thought of her pregnant with a baby–my baby–has my cock hardening. I don’t want a baby yet, but I sure as fuck want to practice baby making. And the idea of Taylor having my baby–
Jesus. Who the fuck am I? Soft kisses, loving compliments, and feeling as if I can’t get enough of this woman is just not me. Never has been, and yet, here I am.
The surprised look on both Armando and Hannah’s face when I entered the room with a girlfriend, reminded me of the fact that I was acting completely out of the norm for me. Luckily for me, they were both so wrapped up in the baby that I didn’t get interrogated, but I’m pretty sure it’s just a matter of time until I do.
But fuck it. I like it. And I really like her.
The elevator opens and the don steps out with Leo by his side. They are both carrying a bouquet of pink and yellow flowers and look as out of place in the hospital hallway as I’m sure I do.
I immediately disentangle myself from Taylor. Leo knows I didn’t spend the night at home, but the don doesn’t need to find out.
“Oh hey. You coming from Mando’s room? How’s the mama?” Leo asks.
Trying to avoid the narrow-eyed scrutiny the don is giving Taylor, I answer, “Great. I’ve never seen her so happy. And wait until you see our cousin. He’s grinning from ear to ear. Fatherhood looks good on him.”
“The delivery went well? The baby?” the don asks.
“Everything went smoothly. They’re also enjoying the larger suite you arranged for them. Armando is very appreciative.”
Don G’s gaze is still locked on Taylor, and without thinking about it, I take a step away, opening the space between us. It’s probably too late to give off the appearance that we aren’t anything more than friends, but I’d rather avoid a conversation about it.
“Who’s this?” the don asks.
So much for avoiding the conversation.
He isn’t exactly being rude, but he isn’t being friendly either. I know the don well enough to know he’s not happy to see me with a girl after I just promised I’d never have a girlfriend and would keep my head in the game.
I distance myself a little more. “My car’s in the shop, and I needed a ride,” I say. “She works at Sins.”
Taylor’s eyes dart to me, and I see a flash of pain, but then it’s quickly replaced with anger. She then plasters a smile on her face, turns to the don, reaches her hand out to his, and says, “My name is Taylor.” She then glares at me again and adds, “We should get going. I need to get back to work.”
Fuck.
I totally fucked up.
“Yeah, definitely.” To the don and Leo, I say, “You both should get in there. Visiting hours are almost over.”
Seemingly satisfied with my answer, the don and Leo head to the hospital room, and I silently hit the elevator button trying to think of a way to soothe the stormy waters that I obviously caused.
“I can explain,” I begin.
Taylor raises her hand as the ding of the elevator fills the silence. “No need. I’m just a girl who works at Sins.”
Her words ooze from her lips like venom, and I know I just fucked myself.
“Taylor–”
She steps into the elevator, not saying another word.
