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Sophia rolls her eyes, “We don’t know if we’re having a girl or a boy yet.”

“It’s a girl,” I say assuredly, leaning down to press a kiss on her stomach. She hasn’t started to show yet but there’s a tiny bundle of joy growing in there. One that’s equal parts me and her. “I can feel it. And I think she’ll have your eyes.”

“And your hair,” Sophia adds, smiling widely when I start kissing upwards. “She’ll definitely inherit your stubbornness.”

I take a bite out of her stomach for that before licking the sting away. She gasps softly, the gasp turning into a moan when I begin kissing a path upwards towards her breasts. She’s only in a bralette and I don’t have any trouble, pushing the thin material away so I can close my mouth over a nipple. When I suck it hard, she clamps down on my hair.

“Tony, you’re going to be late,” she moans.

“I don’t care,” I say, before moving to her left tit, sucking, biting and doing my best to drive her wild.”

My hand trails down to her clit and I thrust one finger into her already wet pussy. Sophia lets out a moan loud enough to wake the dead. Heat spreads through my veins and my cock grows impossibly harder as I thrust into her tight, wet heat. Sophia comes with a soft gasp, burying her head in her chest. I continue thrusting into her with my fingers, helping her to ride out the orgasm.

When her breathing eases, she looks up at me, eyes bright and filled with lust. When she looks at me, I feel alive, powerful. It’s a heady feeling.

“I want you.”

A laugh escapes me, “I want you too, Sophia. All the damn time.”

She bucks underneath me when my tongue traces a pulse point on her neck.

“Tony,” she moans, squirming under me.

I decide to put us both out of our misery, sliding my boxer briefs down until my cock bobs forward. She wraps her hand around my length, directing it to her clit. I shift the panties she’s wearing to the side, entering her in one hard thrust that has us gasping.

Everything else falls away as I fuck her. My wife, the mother of my children, the woman who was made for me. She holds onto me tight and it doesn’t take long before she’s screaming, her orgasm barreling through her.

Not too long after, spots darken my vision. My breathing turns ragged and I shoot into her with a hoarse cry. When I return back to planet earth, I roll us around so Sophia’s lying on top of me.

“That was definitely worth Roman cursing me out when I arrive late for our meeting,” I say still breathing heavily.

Sophia smiles against my chest at that.

We finally manage to get entangled and climb out of bed. I head for the bathroom to take a shower, completely satisfied with a wide smile on my face. Sophia goes to prepare us some breakfast. We have a schedule that works for us. Most days she stays home to rest, she’s weaker, prone to tiredness. It can’t be easy carrying a baby so I’ve been doing my best to help her through it.

“I think we should name her Lyra,” Sophia says when we take a seat to eat. “And if it’s a boy, we should name him Leo.”

I recently told her about how our mother named us after constellations and Greek myths. It’s a sweet tradition that Elena’s continued and we have every plan to as well.

“I love that,” I tell her.

We eat in silence for a couple of minutes before Sophia shifts in her seat looking up at me eagerly.

“What is it, blondie?” I question.

“I’m retiring.”

My eyebrows go up, “Baby, you’re like 25 years old. Exactly why would you be retiring?”

“I mean I’m leaving the Cosa Nostra.”

That has me leaning backward with my eyes slightly wide.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I talked to Kat about it yesterday. I still have a few things to resolve within the family but I don’t think I want to continue being a part of the business.”

I’m more than a little surprised. But I’ve also noticed she doesn’t really enjoy what she does. She has so many interests, likes and wants, she was bound to find a new path eventually.

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