“I’m pregnant,” I whisper.
“What? But you can’t…” He sits up, running a hand through his hair as he blinks at me in shock.
“They said it was very unlikely I would conceive naturally, but not impossible. I’m pregnant, Alex. Two months.”
“Two?” he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Yeah, two,” I bite on my lip and now I’m not just talking about months. “We’re having another set of twins.”
“Fuck!” he hisses, and I wonder if he’s as happy about this as I am. But then he rolls on top of me, smothering my face with kisses.
“I would have called you to come to the scan she did, but she was about to close and go home and…”
“Stop, Alana. It’s okay,” he says, lacing his fingers through mine as he pins my hands beside my head. “Just when I think I couldn’t possibly love you any more, you go and surprise the hell out of me.”
“I was kind of surprised myself.”
“You’re happy though?” he asks as he stares into my eyes.
“Yes. Ecstatic. You?”
“Fuck yes,” he says before he seals his lips over mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth before he kisses me. It is full of fire and passion and leaves both of us panting and wanting so much more. I buck my hips, rubbing myself against his hard length.
“Did the doctor say we were okay for this…?” he groans as he rocks his hips against me.
“Yes. It’s a normal pregnancy. We’re fine to have sex.”
“Thank fuck.” Then he seals his mouth over mine again and as his hand slides down my body and into my pajama pants. “Because I would lose my mind if I didn’t get to fuck you every day, princess.”
Alejandro
NINE MONTHS LATER
“Dario, stop standing on your brother’s face,” I shout at my son as he wrestles with his twin brother while my grandson, Matthias plays at being referee. The three of them are a giant ball of energy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“These kids wear me out, amigo,” Jax says with a laugh as he walks up behind me, carrying my eight month old granddaughter, Alyssa, in his arms.
She reaches out a chubby hand and grabs at my beard.
“You love it,” I remind him as we watch our boys playing together.
“I sure do, and it’s a damn good job I do too,” he says with a grin and a twinkle in his eye that makes me suspicious.
“Have you knocked my daughter up again, amigo?” I scowl at him.
“I couldn’t possibly tell you that until after the twelve week scan,” he says with a shrug, “which is in two weeks by the way.”
“You…” I’m stopped by the sight of my daughter coming out of the house holding one of the newest additions to our family.
Alana gave birth to two more beautiful boys six weeks ago, Javier and Diego.
“So many babies,” I say as she reaches us instead.
She glares at Jax. “You told him?”
He holds up his free hand in surrender while Alyssa giggles at her mama. “I-I,” he stammers. He can’t lie to her and I like that.
“Relax,mija,I forced it out of him.” I can lie to her though, I’m her father. “And congratulations.” I wrap my arm around her and kiss her cheek.