“And she called me begging for a joke,” Gunner says.
“So if she’s home, she might not be the happiest. Roman, that means you may be needed in the kitchen.” Holden nods. “I grabbed some flowers for her.”
“I can … take off my shirt.” Gunner gives a drunken smile. “Always makes her smile.”
I roll my eyes and open the door to see Sophie talking with Valerie. They look at something on her phone before Valerie takes it and shoves it in her bra. Sophie jumps up and beams at us.
“My wonderful grooms are home!”
Yup, they’ve been in the wine. When Sophie kisses me, I can taste it on her lips. I kiss her hungrily, still frustrated that I didn’t get the make-out session I was hoping for this morning. I cup her face in my hands and see a starry look in her eyes that has been gone since we jumped into planning mode.
“Are you happy, Bambina?”
“Yes.” She hums. “Amore.”
I groan at the Italian and kiss her again. I’m not going to be able to control myself if she keeps this up. Making me feel special and loved in my own language. She twirls under my arm and kisses Gunner next.
He licks his bottom lip. “You’re my favorite flavor – alcohol.”
She giggles and rubs his chest. “So are you.”
Then on to Nick. She whispers something in his ear and he rubs her hip. “Yes, sweetheart.”
Holden shows Sophie the flowers and she pulls one out and puts it behind his ear before kissing him gently. Valerie giggles, “You guys are so whipped.”
“Oh no. That’s Sophie you’re talking about.” Gunner tosses her over his shoulder and swats her bottom. “And she always thanks us for that.”
“I do not!” She yells.
I hear her patting Gunner’s butt and she giggles. “We should make a blanket fort and get all cozy.”
“Listen, I came here to escape the nausea-inducing cuteness that is your parents.” Valerie gives Sophie a wedgie while she can’t do anything about it, making Gunner nearly drops her. “I’m not putting up with it here too.”
But I get to work in the kitchen and soon enough find an apron being tied around my neck and waist. Sophie kisses my shoulder. “I love you, Roman.”
“I love you too, Soph.” I kiss her temple. “No more wine.”
“Nope. Can’t stain my teeth with the wedding coming up.” Then she looks around. “Is Massimo coming for dinner?”
“He is.”
“Good.” She smiles and when I squirm, she scratches the itchy spot on my back until I moan. “He deserves a little break from the baby.”
“I think he misses it already,” I say. “He keeps looking at his phone and demanding videos and pictures.”
Sophie smiles and hugs me again. “Do you want babies?”
I blink a few times. I know we’re doing the marriage thing, but that’s separate from the baby thing. It shouldn’t be. Honestly, we should have had this conversation before I ever proposed. I turn around, ignoring the pasta, even though my grandma would hit me for it.
“Do you want babies?”
“Maybe.” She takes my hands with hers. “I think it could be fun. Not right away though. I haven’t had enough baby-free fun with you guys.”
“Oh, sounds like you want to do dangerous things.” I tease.
“I do! I want to go cage diving with great white sharks. I want to travel. I want to get a tattoo maybe or go on a vacation with you guys where we don’t need a babysitter or a kids area. I can wait a year or … three for the sleepless nights, the long car rides, and the terrible twos.”
“But you want them?” Nick asks.