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She smiles wide. “I want to show you. I’m done.”
Pushing away from my desk I get up to follow her into the nursery. She asked me to not go in over the last week as she finished it. I’m curious as to what she wanted kept a secret. When I see the name on the wall in a soft pink with roses wrapped around various letters, I smile.
“Is it okay?” Her hands twist in anxiety as she looks up at me. “Naming her after your mother? I talked to Bianca first since I figured with her being Bianca’s mom too she had first dibs on the name. She said she liked the name but had no plans to use it. I do want to call her Rose too and I think…is it okay?”
I grasp both hands in mine and use them to pull her to me. “I love it. Thank you. I am honored you want to name our daughter after my mother.”
Emeralds sparkle up at me as she hugs me tight.
Closing my eyes I wonder if Carina is ever going to completely trust me with her whole heart. She loves me. I have no doubt of her feelings, including the fear clinging to her that holds her back from sharing every piece of herself—including her deepest fears and hopes. I’m at a loss of what more I could do to win her trust. I think she believes giving me her body while demanding my own is enough. It’s not. I want it all. I want her body, her soul, her heart, the same way she has mine.
Over the months I’ve done everything within my power to answer every need, physical as well emotionally she had. To no avail. Since I got the story out of her yesterday I’ve struggled against confronting her over her lack of trust, to ask her what more she needs, what can I do to? Except I don’t want to upset her. It has to wait. It can wait the same as I can. We have the rest of our lives because I’m never letting her go.
CHAPTER 33
Sandro
“Sandro?” Carina whispers.
The small sounds yanks me out of my dark thoughts. “Yes, piccolina? Are you all right?”
“Um, you’re holding my hand kind of tight.”
I drop her hand. “My apologies. How are you feeling? Is the epidural working yet?”
She nods as she grabs my arm, and takes my hand again. “Yes, if. I weren’t looking at my legs I wouldn’t believe they were there. It’s okay.” I exhale as I focus on holding her hand more gently. “I’m going to be fine.”
Shame hits me, she should not be reassuring me. “You will.” Running a hand over her hair. “I won’t allow anything else.”
Her giggle brings a smile to my face the first since we arrived at the hospital today. While I am glad our daughter will be delivered soon, especially considering how uncomfortable Carina has become over the last few weeks the mere thought of them cutting Carina open is seriously fucking with my head. My phone goes off with a text. Her smile disappears, as does mine. I check the display it’s Natasha, Carlo wants to her to give him the information for where we are. I warn her if she does, she’s fired. I shake my head. “It’s fine. I’m right here.”
A shaky sigh comes out of her. “It’s Carlo, isn’t it?”
I send eyebrow up at her question.
“You get this look when it’s him. I don’t want to cause problems for you—”
Leaning down I press my lips to hers. “You aren’t. Dominic agreed, this isn’t business, Carlo can rage all he wants but the only problem will be when he does not back down from the boundaries set.”
Her hand runs over my cheek. “I’m willing to see my mom.”
I shake my head. “You aren’t unless it’s an emphatic yes. Don’t worry about your mom or Carlo or me.” I catch her hand and hold it flat against my cheek. “I do the worrying, not you.”
“You’re doing too much worrying.” Green eyes are soft.
I’m unable to deny it. “I believe I lied. I’m good with one child. Especially as it’s the girl I wanted.”
“Well, I’m not. I told you that I want at least four. Are you backing out of our agreement?”
“I didn’t agree to anything.” I argue. “And I said all of that when I was inside your tight pussy. A man would say anything when he was inside heaven and wanted back inside.”
Her smile is every fucking thing in this world, she pulls me by my tie down to her. “If you want back inside then you’ll give me all the baby girls we can handle.”
A brief knock sounds before the door opens. The nurse who prepped Carina for surgery appears. “Are you ready, mama?”
Carina sighs. “Yes, please.”
She clutches my hand as the nurse wheels her back. I hate having to let it go when another nurse stops me so I can get scrubbed up to go into the operating room. Whatever the hell that means.