My Addiction: Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Update

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Update

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“I wanted to help, Edward,” I grumped, sitting on the rocking chair in the nursery.

“You really shouldn’t be breathing in the paint fumes, dolce,” he chided. “I would hate for our little one be short a few brain cells because his mother was stubborn.” He shot me a look. I sighed, nodding slowly. “Besides, I finished the painting while you were conked out after I’d fucked you stupid.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what happens after we make love. I turn into a blob of idiocy,” I snorted. “And to think, I got into Northwestern University.”

“Bella, you’re brilliant, but my mom said that having a baby changes your body chemistry, which obviously includes your brain,” he said, sitting down on the ottoman. He looked so handsome with his multi-faceted, thick hair, piercing green eyes and a jaw that could cut glass. “Bella, stop ogling me.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “You’re just so pretty.”

“I’m not pretty,” he scoffed. “Handsome, love. I’m handsome. Hot, even!”

“You’re all that, too, but I swear, you’re like this supermodel and I’m ginormous. It’s not even fair,” I frowned. He sat forward, arching a brow over his chic glasses. Even his specs were hot. Being married to Mobward was going to give me a god damned complex. “What?”

“Bella, you’re beyond beautiful. And do not even say you’re ‘ginormous.’ Your doctor is concerned that you’re so tiny,” he argued.

“I’m gaining weight,” I said. “I eat like a damned horse, but my metabolism is wonky.” I blinked up at him. “You’re coming to my appointment this week, right? Dr. Myerson said she’d try to determine the gender again.”

“Dolce, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Jacob is taking you to the office and then we’re going to the doctor together,” he said softly, cupping my face. I stared at him, reveling in his love and tenderness. He only ever showed it to me and his family. “What is it?”

“I love you, Mobward,” I whispered.

“Love is too small a word, cara,” he smiled, kissing me. “And don’t call me Mobward.”

“It’s who you are, baby,” I giggled.

“No, I’m a husband, soon, a father and the CEO of a lucrative company,” he argued. “Being the leader of the Consortium is only one facet of my personality. Not all of it.”

“You’re right,” I nodded. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t tease. What I should do is force you to talk about that anxiety issue you had when Mike and Tyler came the other day.”

“I’m fine, Bella,” he said, shaking his head.