Page 136 of Enforcer

“No. I won’t listen to you take up for her. You and my baby will have the finest things; clearly, she’s not it.”

I can’t help but laugh when the ultrasound tech finds the babies again on the screen, and it’s clear to everyone but my brutish Dante that there are two babies instead of one.

“Like I said before, there are two babies, sir. I don’t know what else you want me to look for. Both have strong heartbeats, measuring twelve weeks and some change.”

I smile apologetically at her and nod, saying she can call it a day. She cleans off my belly, hands me the printed photos, and then excuses herself.

Dante helps me sit up and presses both hands on either side of my stomach. “We can always ask Slate who he used...”

“Dante, my love, there are two babies.”

I unfold the long string of picture evidence as he swallows.

“Two.”

“Two,” I repeat.

He breathes out in a huff.

“Are you scared?” I ask him.

“Blindsided, more like.”

“That’s normal, babe. This will be a huge adjustment, but we’ve got this.”

“We do,” he agrees.

“Two babies,” he says, leaning his forehead against mine.

I sniffle as I’m overcome with more fucking hormones and emotions than I can handle.

Later in the week,we tell the family at Sunday dinner, and the room erupts with joy and congratulations. The outpouring of love has us both feeling more at ease.

Twins will be challenging, but I know he and I can get through anything. And if he has the patience to deal with me, especially early on in our relationship, he has the patience of a monk. We’ll be fine.

After the celebration and dinner are nearing a close, Dante stands and clinks his glass, calling attention to the room.

He stands and thanks everyone for their love and support, then goes on and on about how happy he is and how in love he is, and then the unthinkable happens.

He drops down on one knee beside my chair.

I turn in my chair, heart beating so hard I can scarcely hear over it.

“Alyssa Roebach, I love you. I’ve loved you since I burst into Brynne’s office with a gun and nearly shot you.”

The table erupts into laughter, and I smirk.

“But there’s something I don’t love about us: that you call me yourboyfriend.”He says it with such disdain that Slate chuckles.

“You’re the love of my life and the mother of my children, and I’d be honored if you’d allow me the honor of calling you my wife. Will you marry me, tesoro?”

He opens a box I hadn’t noticed before, and a princess-cut diamond glares back at me. My eyes glisten with tears.

I nod, not needing a second to think about it.

I close the box, and he captures my lips in his, and the table loses its shit all over again.

I’m thankful he chose to do it in front ofthe family. Their support and adoration are part of what I gain by being with him, and I don’t know what I’d do without them.