Sofia’s pov
TWO YEARS LATER
“I look ugly and bloated.” I blurted out while eying my reflection in the floor length mirror in the walk-in closet. Luca, who had been running a comb through his hair, paused for a moment before throwing me a glance, and then a smile bloomed on his face.
“Of course you don’t! How can you even think that when you look like a goddess right now.” He murmured, discarding his comb and heading in my direction. I pouted at my reflection, not at all impressed by what I was looking at.
“Now you’re just lying cause I’m sure goddesses don’t look this bad. My face is swollen and I literally feel like I’m gonna die.”
Luca who had now eased up behind me let out a chuckle into my hair as his hand slid around my waist to carefully cradle my large stomach from the sides.
“You still look very gorgeous to me. I don’t think your face is ugly, neither do I think you’re no longer sexy, because you still are. Did last night not explain that enough?” He chuckled at the end of his sentence, eyes gleaming knowingly in the mirror and I ducked my head as a flush rose from my neck to settle in my cheeks.
Images from last night began to flash through my head. Images of how Luca had fucked me so hard and good that I went cross eyed from pleasure. He had devoured me with his mouth, licking and biting till my entire body begged for mercy.
The sound of Luca chuckling as he brushed a kiss to the side of my face pulled me out of my thoughts and I watched our reflection, noting how good looking Luca was, while I looked like a complete mess in my own eyes. Luca had insisted that I looked good so I guess I was gonna have to cling unto those words throughout the night.
“You okay?” He whispered and I hummed, loving the feeling of his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my stomach. He was fond of doing that these days and I loved those moments so much because somehow, it helps me with relaxing.
“I just wished we could stay in tonight. I don’t feel like leaving the house tonight.” I mumbled after a few moments and Luca cooed.
“Aw, but you know we have to go tonight, right? We can’t miss it.” He continued. “Except if something is wrong, that is. Are you sure you’re okay?”
I hastily nodded my head before he could begin to panic. After I got pregnant, Luca’s tendency to slip into a panic mood moved from a five to a fifteen, and even though I basked in the attention and soaked it up sometimes, sometimes it gets annoying and tiring.
“Of course we can’t miss it! It’s James and Blair’s big day, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I informed him, watching as he snorted before brushing a kiss against my neck.
“Can’t lie, I’m still yet to fully wrap my head around the fact that he’s actually gonna propose tonight. I thought he was never gonna settle down, he swore he wouldn’t.”
I shrugged as I turned around to wrap my arm around Luca’s shoulders. “You know what they say about love coming at the least expected times? That’s what happened to him.”
Luca hummed. “You know, when I think about it, I realize that it’s the same thing that happened to me too.” He informed me, a smile tugging at the side of my lips. He leaned down so I could easily wrap my arms around his shoulders, because now that I was pregnant, I couldn’t press up against him like I usually do, nor could I get on my tippy toes when wanting to give him a kiss. Those were on the list of things that sucked about being pregnant, along with not being able to fit into all of my clothes.
Luca went ahead to get a few more things ready while I wore my makeup and changed into the outfit I’d be wearing tonight. It was a tiny top and a pair of leggings, with my stomach hanging open. I had gotten big at the hips and thighs almost immediately I got pregnant, and now that I was over six months in, I was roughly twice my previous size. I hated how big my stomach looks, but from how much Luca reassured me that I looked good, I’ve been trying to embrace those words to my heart.
Once Luca arrived again, he crouched low and helped me get my heels on, while I clutched his shoulders.
“You should give me a foot massage once we get back home tonight.” I demanded and Luca chuckled as he kissed my knee.
“I’m always happy to be at your service.” He murmured as he helped me get to my feet.
Since he was still crouched low, he peppered kisses over my stomach and my heart did countless flip flops in my chest. It doesn’t matter how much this has been done to me, it still manages to make it feel like butterflies were trapped in my chest.
As Luca whispered a series of words against my stomach which I couldn’t catch, I buried my fingers till he was done, but I managed to catch the rest of his sentence.
“Be nice to your poor mommy tonight. Don’t make her nauseous and moody, alright?”
I giggled once he rose to his feet and he only rolled his eyes before kissing my mouth lightly. He had long stopped feeling embarrassed about talking to our unborn child, seeing as he started doing that way before my stomach began to show.
As we exited the bedroom, he easily scoped me up and climbed down the stairs, because in his opinion, I still barely weighed a thing and he couldn’t risk me falling down the stairs.
As if I don’t go up and down the stairs whenever he isn’t home.
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The months flew past super fast and before either of us expected, the baby growing in my womb decided that it was ready to come into the world, weeks behind the date given to me at the hospital.
Luca had been out, in an important meeting and I had been painting, when my water broke.
The first thing I did was to panic, which only grew worse when
Luca didn’t answer his phone, because I was sure it was currently silenced.
Matilda helped me to the sitting room and I clutched her hand through each wrecking contractions. Matilda was visibly panicking and suggested we start heading to the clinic together while the guards drove us, but I vehemently disagreed.
Armani thankfully picked his call at the second ring and promised to be home as fast as he could.
When he arrived, I was already a mess. He helped me into the car while Matilda loaded the car with the baby’s supplies. He made sure I was taking in enough breaths and held my hands through each wave of contractions, reassuring me that Luca was already on the way, and I clung unto that piece of information while pain after pain wracked through my entire body.
On arriving at the clinic, we were hastily ushered in, with me in a wheelchair, and after about ten minutes, I had been ran through some last minutes tests and was currently in the bed, getting ready to be wheeled away for my casaraen session, when Luca finally arrived.
He looked extremely disoriented and was panting when he got to my side, and that was when I realized that he had taken the stairs instead of the elevator. He entwined our hands and stroked the side of my face, eyes wide and worried as he scanned my entire body.
He apologized for not being there with me the moment it happened and I reassured him that it wasn’t his fault. When another contraction pulsed through me, a curse flew past my lips and I almost broke his finger from how hard I clung on it. On realizing that, I mumbled an apology tiredly but he reassured me it was fine and encouraged me to squeeze on his fingers however I went to since this was clearly all the help and support he could give me at this point.
Now that he was here, I wasn’t feeling as nervous as I was before. It was like his presence had taken most of the storm away, leaving a calmness in its wake.
When I got wheeled into the theater where the surgery was gonna take place, Luca, who was already clad in scrubs, held my hand and accompanied me in.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. That’s it.” He murmured softly, brushing sweat off my head.
“I’m here now, hm? It’s gonna be alright. This is gonna be over in no time.”
My heart was thumping fast. Watching doctors walk around me every now and then while a couple of them were working on my stomach which was demarcated from my sight, kept making worry curl in my chest, but Luca distracted me from that every now and then. I couldn’t feel a thing, which is definitely for the best.
“What do you think the sex is gonna be?” I whispered to Luca who sighed through a smile before leaning down to kiss my head. He was clearly worried but was doing a better job at hiding it.
“I’d like a baby girl, but I don’t actually have a preference, you know that, right?”
I knew that just fine because we’ve had this conversation a handful of times. I wanted a boy but wouldn’t mind a girl, the same way Luca wanted a girl but wouldn’t mind a boy.
For my sake, Luca had agreed to wait till the child was born before we find out their gender, and I was eager to know which one it was gonna be.
A shrill cry pierced through the atmosphere and Luca’s wide blown gaze locked with mine instantly. Without thinking, I tried to jerk into a sitting position but Luca prevented that from happening while his eyes darted towards the section of my stomach which was shielded from my view, and I watched as his eyes filled with awe while his mouth fell open.
A doctor walked towards Luca with a tiny ball of human who was crying shrilly. The baby got handed to Luca who looked panicked at once, and his nervously eyes darted towards me. I held my hands out and he carefully handed the baby to me. The doctor was still standing beside the bed, a satisfied look on his face.
“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Ricci. It’s a bouncing baby girl!”
A smile splitted over Luca’s face and tears instantly filled my eyes. Luca leaned over to peer into the baby’s face when another cry tore through the air, prompting Luca and i to stiffen in confusion, our eyes darting towards each other reflexively.
“It’s a set of twins!” A voice exclaimed and my mouth fell open as I stared at Luca who looked like he was gonna pass out from shock. Another doctor brought forth another baby, whose cries were not as loud as the first one.
“This one’s a boy! Congratulations once again!”