Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I quirk a brow, not liking that I won’t get to spend my Friday night with her.
“With Peyton and Bri and some friends. We’re doing a girls’ night since it’s Peyton’s first night out without the babies. We’re going to meet at Peyton’s and go out together.”
As much as I hate to share my time with Dani, I’m glad she’s made friends with my family. That means they’ll be on the same page with security since Dominick is just as protective of Peyton and Bri as I am of Dani.
“I’ll go with you,” I tell her. “I haven’t seen my brother in a few days.” I lean in and tug on her bottom lip, and she moans softly. “After I fuck you in these heels.”
“So, I was thinking …”
Lorenzo snorts out a laugh, and Dominick smirks.
“Does it hurt?” Lorenzo asks.
“Not as much as me punching you in the face will,” I deadpan, only making him laugh harder. “I want to take Dani to Italy. She’s mentioned never having gone, and after the fight tomorrow night, I want to go somewhere to relax.”
Dominick’s features soften. “Of course,” he says. “Just let me know when, and we’ll handle it. I don’t think you’ve ever taken a vacation.”
He’s right. I’ve never had a reason to go anywhere. Sure, I’ve traveled for business when he’s asked me to, but I’ve never left just to go on vacation. But I want to give Dani the fucking world, and that should include traveling since she mentioned wanting to.
“So, how are you handling all this?” Dominick asks Lorenzo with a grin that has me throwing a pillow at him.
The girls left several hours ago to go to Kings Point—where Dominick insisted they go so we could have eyes on them.
According to Dani, they were meeting Nicole, the mayor’s daughter, along with some of Bri’s stuck-up friends. Since Dani’s not from here, she doesn’t really know anyone, and Peyton keeps to herself.
When Lorenzo heard I was coming over to Dominick’s to hang out and watch the baseball game, he invited himself over.
“Aside from already walking in on them twice …” Lorenzo shoots daggers my way, and Dominick barks out a laugh.
“Technically, you didn’t walk in on shit,” I correct. “First time, we were done, and the second, we hadn’t gotten started.”
Dominick chuckles. “The honeymoon stage. Where you fuck like rabbits on every surface because you can’t get enough of each other. Until you knock her up, and then you’re cockblocked by tiny little humans.” He nods toward his twin boys sleeping in the portable bassinet.
“Hillary and I never fucked like rabbits.” Lorenzo frowns. “Maybe that should’ve been my first clue.”
Since he’s already wallowing in his own self-pity, I don’t mention all the other signs that pointed to her being a manipulative, lying bitch.
“Well, since we don’t have any tiny humans to cockblock us, I don’t see our honeymoon stage ending anytime soon, so it would be wise if you knocked first before entering.” My comment is for Lorenzo, but Dominick is the one to respond.
“And will there be any babies in the future?”
My initial reaction is to say hell no, but for some reason, the words don’t come out of my mouth, which is crazy since I’ve always said I was never having kids and Dani even agreed.
Thankfully, a noise comes from one of the babies, which diverts Dominick’s attention, only it’s then followed by the most disgusting smell that has us all groaning.
“Holy shit.” I gag. “What do you feed that kid?”
Dominick stands just as Justin starts to whimper. “Peyton breastfeeds. I’m going to go change him. Keep an eye on Adam, will you? Damien is sleeping upstairs.”
“Where’s the nanny?” I glance around.
“She had some family emergency, and I wasn’t about to make Peyton cancel her plans because I’m not capable of taking care of our kids. The nanny is here to help at night so we can get a bit of sleep.”
He lifts the baby, and a bunch of brown shit is spread across his back, seeping through his clothes.
“Damn it, he blew one out,” Dominick groans. “I gotta rinse him off and change him.”
He disappears up the stairs and isn’t even gone for two minutes when Adam starts to cry. Lorenzo and I both freeze, hoping he’ll go back to sleep, but that whimper quickly turns into a full-blown cry.
“Grab him,” I say.
“Fuck that.” Lorenzo scoffs. “You grab him. He’s your nephew.”
I get up and hover over the bassinet, mentally preparing myself to pick Adam up since I’ve never held a baby before.
When his cries increase, I reach in and gently pick him up, noticing his pacifier is next to him. Cradling him in one arm, I put the pacifier back in his mouth with my other hand, rocking him carefully.
“Hey there, little man,” I say. “I’m Matteo or, as your big brother likes to call me, your uncle Matty.”