***ZANE’S POV***
When I had walked out to check on the women by the pool, I hadn’t expected to see Dante crawling right into the water.
The ladies hadn’t noticed it.
But he is fine now, I have the day saved. As I watch London dress into bumo shorts and a hoodie, she looks sexy, considering beneath that hoodie is her small bump growing already.
Inside the car, I am the one driving and London is fidgeting beside me, her hands twisting uncomfortably on her thighs.
“Why do I feel like this is going to be something bad?” she asks more to herself.
“You don’t get punished for almost drowning my son,” I spit out.
She gasps, and then use the back of her hands to wipe the rogue tears spilling down her cheeks.
“If you don’t stop crying, I will give you a reason to,” I mouth out to her and she snifes.
“Sorry, Zane,” she says.
I had left her to cool down my burning energy, I need her to understand that not being conscious as a parent would make her lose her baby, and she would be even more sad and even depressed.
I pull at the fair I got tickets to this afternoon and rush to open her car door.
“A fair?” she mutters looking around the well lighted sports.
“Huh huh! We can do as much as you want now. Where should we start?” I ask her.
“Could we stop at the food Truck first? I would love hotdogs,” she explains.
Nodding, I walk her there. She orders, I pay.
I get her a cold milk tea, she emphasized on Bubble tea and I got it without hesitation.
When we empty our parcels of food in the trash, I move to the fair.
“Daddy? Do you want to shoot paint cups for me to win a teddy?” London asks drawing my attention.
I look at what she is pointing at and it gets my attention.
“Of course,” I mouth out.
That is how I win a medium size yellow fur bear for London.
In excitement, she jumps and wraps her arms around my neck.
We might not be the only people here, but this is it. London is it for me. I love her so much.
“I love you, London,” I tell her.
“I love you, Daddy. I am sorry for earlier,” she says and I kiss her soft lips.
“It’s of the past now, Dante is fine, we forget about it okay?
“Yes, daddy,” she says.
The rest of night we do Merry Go Round, play other fancy games.
By the time I have London on top of my hood and fucking her, there are only a few cars in the parking lot and she is moaning my name, squeezing my shirt.
She is my little girl, and I will forever be her Daddy.
THE END
EPILOGUE
***ZANE’S POV***
FOUR MONTHS LATER
“You are one week past your due date, London, when will the baby be out?” I ask fidgeting.
London’s belly is the size of a rioe watermelon and she is the prettiest woman I have ever seen.
We didn’t find out the sex of this child, we want it to be a surprise. But the doctor had surprised us when she had said London was carrying two babies in her womb.
That still didn’t prompt us to check out the sex.
“I want to pee,” London says as she picks up a strawberry from the bowl and pop it in her mouth.
“Pee where I can see you, I don’t want you popping my baby into the tub,” I say.
The doctor had said babies cold come any day and anyhow.
Since she passed her due date, I have been so stressed out. London laughs at me, but I don’t find the situation funny.
She is my wife, I just want to make sure nothing happens to the babies.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Zane,” she says and walks past me.
I hear running water and I then around to see London. She has water rushing down her legs and between the two of us, I don’t know who freaks out the most.
“YOUR WATER JUST BROKE,” I say as if it isn’t already obvious.
“Stop panicking, Daddy, go get the bag and we can go to the hospital,” she says.
I pause a second to just glare at her.
“Zane! Come on, hurry up,” she emphasizes and I break the silence, running along, hurrying to go get the supply.
Coming back, Don Russell has helped London to the back of the car and is putting her seatbelt on.
“I’ve got this,” he tells me as I place the bag in and rush to the driver’s side, my heart beating frantically.
“I don’t think I’ve been so frightened before like I am now,” I confess.
“If you don’t calm down, you will make me scared too. Stay brave for us, Daddy,” London says.
Her face twists when contraction hits her.
Eight hours later, I am a mess of anger. My family is here, even Dante is in the hospital with Sinner carrying him. Lisa is sitting close by.
Reaper and his wife now, he got married a few months and legally adopted the girl’s brother.
He is here. His wife and his son too.
Micah bursts into the room and looks at me, his eyes searching mine.
“Where is my sister?” he demands.
“Still in labor. They wouldn’t let me be close to her because I am freaking out and shouting,” I say with little remorse.
The first baby comes out and ten minutes later, my second baby.
“Mr. Vincenzo, welcome your two beautiful girls. Congratulations,” the doctor says.
I holler, I’m so happy I rush inside and kiss London’s lips, smiling down at her.
“Thank you, baby girl, you have made me extremely happy. I love you,” I confess tears choking my throat.
“You make me happy too,” she says and I kiss her some more.
THE END.