Until Nico
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“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Mom sings, walking off.
“Are you okay?” Sophie asks, coming to sit next to me and running her hand down my back.
I sit back, pulling her into my lap to run my hand over her stomach. I can’t believe this; it’s like hitting the kid lotto.
“You’re okay with this, right?” she asks, and I realize I haven’t spoken to her; I’ve just been staring at her stomach, running my hands over her large bump.
“Shocked as hell.” I shake my head in disbelief. “We’re having twins.” I smile then feel it fall from my face. “They’re both okay, right?”
“The doctor said they’re perfect.”
“Why are we just finding this out?” I rub her stomach again, amazed that two babies are growing in there. I can’t imagine how large her stomach will be when it comes time for her to give birth. She’s so tiny, and her stomach is already large at just four months along.
“The doctor wasn’t sure why the other baby didn’t show before now, but he was suspicious when I told him we could feel him or her moving already, so he did an ultrasound to see what was going on. That’s when we saw that there were two of them, and he assured me that everything’s fine,” she explains with a beautiful smile that lights up her whole face.
“Do you really want to move?” I pull her head down to lay against my chest. I love the townhouse, but I can’t see us raising our kids there. The neighborhood is mainly single people and couples with no children.
“I know you love your place, but I want my kids to grow up close to family. Well, your family, anyways,” she says softly.
“They’re your family now too, and my place is always your place.”
“I know.”
I can hear the smile and tears in her voice, so I pull her face away so I can look at her. “All right, baby. We’re gonna have to move anyways. One baby would be okay in our place now, but two would be pushing it.”
“Really?” she asks happily.
“Anything for you, sweet Sophie,” I tell her, watching in fascination as she laughs and cries all at the same time.
Chapter 13
Sophie
“I can’t believe how much has changed. I mean, you got married, you are not only pregnant but you’re having twins, and now you’re moving into a new house,” Maggie says, coming to sit down next to me on the couch. “I should have guessed that you’re having twins though. You’re really frickin’ huge,” she says, rubbing my large belly.
I know she doesn’t mean it in a bad way, but her words hit me wrong and I start to cry. My boobs are giant, my belly is so big that I can’t even see my feet, and my legs are swollen and probably hairy.
“Why are you crying?” she asks, looking at me like I’m crazy. I probably am crazy.
“I’m a big, fat, hairy beast,” I tell her on a sob.
“Oh God, you’re so dramatic.” She laughs, making me cry harder.
“Why’s my wife crying, Maggie?” Nico growls, walking into the house, Devon following close behind him, carrying a box.
We’re in the process of moving from the townhouse to our new country home. The process took longer than we’d planned. The house was a short sale. The bank took two months to get back to us that they had accepted our offer.
I wipe my face, trying to get rid of the tears; I don’t want Nico to see me cry. He’s so amazing and supportive while I’m horrible with my constant complaining and crying. I start crying harder as I think about what a bad wife I am.
“Geez, girl. You need to calm down. We can shave your legs if it’s bothering you that much.” Maggie rolls her eyes, handing me another tissue. I blow my nose then look up when I see a shadow fall over me.
“You know I hate to see you cry,” Nico says softly, putting one hand on the armrest of the couch and the other on my neck. “If Maggie’s the reason you’re crying I’m gonna make Maggie leave,” he says, making my eyes narrow.
“If you try to make my friend leave, I’ll leave with her.”
I watch as one side of his mouth quirks up before he replies, “You can’t. You have two of my kids growing inside you. So basically, your body is half mine until you’re no longer pregnant. Not only that, you have my last name, meaning I own you.” He smirks.
“Holy shit,” I hear Maggie say from beside me. She doesn’t sound pissed, which is surprising.
“I can’t believe you just said that to me,” I tell him, ignoring Maggie.
“Believe it.”
“I really cannot believe you just said that,” I hiss, glaring at him.
“Would rather have you mad than crying,” he says before leaning forward, kissing me until I can’t breathe, and then standing and leaving the house.
“I’m not sure what just happened, but that was hot. So hot that I want to drag Devon into your spare bedroom,” Maggie says, and I look over to see her leaning back, fanning herself.
“He just did that so I would stop crying,” I tell her in shock.
“He did,” she agrees, smiling.
“He’s crazy.” I grin back at her.
“Crazy hot.” Maggie giggles, and I look at her in shock; I have never in my life heard her do that.
“Did you just giggle?” I ask.
“Absolutely not.” Her eyes get big. “Holy shit, I f**king giggled. What the hell is wrong with me?”
“I don’t know, but you should get that checked out,” I tell her with a straight face.
“Your man turned me into a giggling school girl.” She sighs, laying her head back against the couch, a large smile on her face.
I smile and then look around our new home. The house is a newer two-story brick home with a location perfect for being close to family. Our new living room is much larger than the townhouse’s, with dark bamboo floors, tall vaulted ceilings, and large windows that look out to the forest behind the house. The kitchen is also large and has all new appliances, with a large island that can seat five barstools. Next to the kitchen is a small dining room that was built into a rounded section of the house that is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling bay windows.
I love this house. I love that the backyard is huge and already has a play set for kids. I love that all the bedrooms are on the second floor so we won’t have to be separated from the babies when they get here. What I really love is that Nico loves it as much as I do. I know he loved his townhouse and his neighbors, but when he walked into our new house for the first time with me, I could see it on his face that he loved it. Or maybe he just loved the fact that he’d have a three-car garage and two of his brothers as our neighbors.