In one month, she was going to be giving birth to our son, Patrick. I was stoked. And that meant Patrick and Angel would be what are considered “Irish twins,” babies born less than a year apart.
She twirled around to model the bikini, the pieces of yellow material barely covering her parts. “This thing used to belong to Riley, but I never gave it back because I loved it so much. Well, that was back when I could fit into it.” Gia stuck her ass out. “What do you think?”
I gestured down to my bulging crouch. “What does it look like I think?”
She bit her lip as she gazed at my package. “Do you realize that in the entire time you’ve known me, I’ve only not been pregnant for two months?”
“Damn. That’s kind of crazy when you put it that way.” I pulled her on top of me. “Come here.”
As pregnant as she was, Gia was helping support us. She’d gotten another book contract, and she would write during the day while helping me manage The Heights on the nights when Tony could watch Angel. Gia’s dad had taken an early retirement from the police force and moved out to the Hamptons to be closer to us. He got a part-time gig working security at the beach and was renting a small apartment not far from The Heights.
Gia and I still hadn’t gotten married. I kinda liked the idea of living in sin while she was knocked up. Even though she wore my ring on her finger, we agreed to do the whole wedding thing the right way with all the bells and whistles after our son was born.
Our son.
I loved the sound of that. See…I wasn’t that off base in feeling like I was having a boy. I felt that boy coming in my bones. He was just a little late, that’s all.
My sweet Angel baby was napping while Gia and I enjoyed this alone time. Thankfully, Elliott never violated any of the terms of the agreement we made when it came to our daughter. Lauren took him back, gave birth to their own baby girl, and as far as I knew, Lauren still didn’t know the truth about Angel.
I reached over to the bureau and grabbed the sunscreen, squeezing a large dollop into my hand.
Gia’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
“Lie on your back. I’m reminiscing about the first time I ever saw you in this bikini. Remember when you taunted me, asking me to rub this shit all over you when I was trying to resist you?”
She snickered. “Yes. That was fun.”
“I bet it was. I jerked off for three days straight after.”
“Except now there’s no way I could lie on my stomach, so you’ll have to take care of me from the front instead.” She teased. “Could you go a little lower?”
Just like the first time, my breathing was erratic, and my dick immediately stiffened as I rubbed my hands into her skin.
“Lower,” she said.
This was giving me major déjà vu.
She closed her eyes and was making the sexiest sounds as I began to remove her bikini bottom.
Just as things were starting to get good, Gia’s cell rang.
“Don’t get it,” I snapped.
She lifted her head to glance over at the phone. “It’s my dad. I should pick up.”
I groaned and rolled over onto my back.
“Hey, Dad.” After a while, she glanced over at me, looking almost concerned. “Uh…I guess.”
Blinking my eyes, I leaned up against the headboard and continued listening to what she was saying.
“How do you even know she’s interested?” Gia smiled at me and rolled her eyes. At least I knew it wasn’t anything serious.
“Alright. I’ll text it to you.” She paused. “Okay. Bye, Daddy.” She hung up and let out a breath of frustration.
I placed my hand on her stomach. “What was that all about?”
“It seems my father wants your mother’s number. He thinks it would be a good idea to call Melody and invite her out for—in his words—dinner and dancing.”
I snickered. “Uh-oh.”
My mom had broken up with her boyfriend about six months ago, so she was available. I always kind of suspected Tony liked her. During Angel’s christening, my mother and Gia’s father sat together the whole time and seemed to be really getting along.
Gia shook her head. “I don’t know about this.”
As weird as it might have been to imagine them together, I couldn’t think of a better guy I’d want dating my mother than Tony.
Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “I don’t know…I think it’d be kind of cool.”
“Isn’t our family dynamic unconventional enough already? I’d prefer it if I wasn’t inadvertently marrying my stepbrother!”
I bent my head back in laughter. “Didn’t you read a book like that once?”
“Yes! But it was fiction! Fiction, Rush.”
This was amusing me to no end. “Not sure you’re gonna have a choice in the matter.”