“Traded for love” [Book 1 - Mafia in love]

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Chapter 64 - Our very own home [Republished]


(*Becca)

We were just about to miss my appointment this morning with my morning nausea, keeping me fixed on the bathroom floor for about twenty minutes and a nervous Lucas, trotting around the room, waiting me to get ready in complete silence after her rubbed my back all the twenty minutes I was trying to recover after throwing up even my dinner of last night.

“Lucas, will you help me with the zipper, please,” I told him, coming out of the bathroom and turning my back to him so he can zip up my dress.

I frowned when I felt his hands shaking in the process and turned my eyes to him, cupping his face with my hands and bending my head all the way to the back so I can face him.

“Lucas, what is it?” I asked, trying to soften my voice to avoid any increase in his anger.

His face was serious and eyes frowned.

“You being sick like this doesn’t sit well with me. I am sorry, don’t get me wrong, but I just can’t see you like this,” he says, wrapping his arms around me.

“I am not sick, Lucas. I am pregnant. And this morning sickness will go away, eventually. It will not last for the entire pregnancy period, you know?”

I do my best to calm him down, but I remember him at the hospital last time when I lost our baby and I understood his worries.

His eyes look almost the same now, hard and unsettled, and I am sure they will keep being the same every morning from now on.

To some extent I love Lucas worrying this much about me, but it hurts to see his endeavor to adjust to it.

He narrowed his arms around me, leaning his head to kiss me, like really low, as I was not wearing my heels yet and the top of my head was just below his chin.

I teased him by not lifting myself up on my toes and that made him grab the back of my thighs and raise me up against his body, wrapping my legs around his waist, solving the problem.

With a yelp of surprise to his swift move, I curled my arms around his neck and lowered my head to meet his kisses, my hair falling along our both heads like a silky curtain.

“You little teaser! You should never stay below me. I want you up here, always. I want to look up to you, above me, where your place is,” he said between kisses and I smiled against his lips.

“Under you is not that bad either,” I tell him seductively, and he growls deeply, kissing me stronger.

He always knew how to make me melt in his love speeches, he always knew what to say to make me believe I earned and deserved his love.

“As much as I would love to suck you dry, my husband, we really need to get going or we will miss our appointment,” I whispered, peppering kisses all over his face.

“You started, bad girl. And I don’t give two shits about the appointment. They will have to see us whenever we arrive,” he says, and here we go again, his untamed dominance and control striking again. “But I do need a confirmation of this little Tate growing in there so I can start pampering you at my free will.”

“And I won’t get pampered without our little Tate?” I pouted my lips out.

He chuckled and squeezed the back of thighs, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to my folds.

“That’s a different kind of pampering, baby girl,” he said in hoarse voice and grinned at me. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a sample when we get back,” he decided, and that voice made my cores clench tight as he gave me a few more kisses before he walked with both of us out into the hallway.

“Babe, maybe you should put me down,” I said when we reached the exit door.

“I don’t want to,” he said shortly and flexed his knees with me still draped around him. “Do you have any idea how much I missed holding you like this?” he asked, his voice going a few tones lower, his eyes becoming a pool of joy mixed with a tint of sorrow.

It breaks my heart to see him striving between the happiness he gives off through all the pores of his skin and the shadow of regret his eyes hold, and suddenly the words lose their strength to express how deeply I feel for this man.

So, I only bent my head and capture his lips in a kiss that spoke volumes, and I knew it touched right where I wanted when a deep grunt escaped his throat.

“We should go, love,” he whispered, breaking the kiss with a few peppered ones. “Fish those heels, baby,” he said and stood up in the glory of his height after I grabbed my shoes from the floor.

I lay my head on his shoulder as he exists the house and he strolls towards the car where Gio is waiting with a bewildered look in his eyes, and opens the back door for Lucas to place me in.

“Everything good?” he asks, probably thinking I am sick or something being carried in Lucas’ arms like that.

“All good. I just missed my girl like crazy,” Lucas chuckled while sitting me tenderly on the back seat and planting and soft kiss on my forehead.

“I love you,” I mouth him back as a reply to his infinite love.

He smiles, still bitter.

It makes my heart shrink and think that maybe there is more than just my morning sickness behind that sadness.

He gets in the car next to me and pulls me to his chest, with his right arm folding me in a tight hug.

He just can’t stay around me without a touch of any kind.

I lay my hand flat on his chest and sit there, in silence, while Lucas looks out on the window, lost in his thoughts, visibly disturbed, with clenched jaws and the veins of his neck throbbing.

“Baby, what’s wrong with you?” I ask him, rubbing my hand on his perfectly shaped chest and hard muscles.

“Nothing,” he says, and I hum, pressing my lips into a thin line.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes,” he replies in a stern voice and I lift my head, concerned by his tone. “Don’t leave me again! That’s what you can do!” he demanded, piercing his eyes into mine, leaving me short of words.

So, I didn’t reply.

Not because I wanted to leave traces of doubt in his mind or ensuring myself a door out, but because the tone of his voice made my confirmation useless.

Now, you might think Lucas is a brute. Hell, I believe that! But unlike other people that shake of fear just by the mention of his name, I have the privilege of his warm hugs and tender care, of his love that had the sole condition of not leaving him again. Something I’m bound never to do in my lifetime.

And I do know that deep down Lucas is the sweetest man I know. And he is like that only for me.

I wrap my arms around him and squeeze my hug lightly.

“I am so lucky,” I whisper, and instantly the crown of my head earns a kiss, my waist a squeeze and a light chuckle vibrates in his chest.

“I am the lucky bastard.” he mumbled.

We arrived at the clinic, of course, 15 minutes late, but Lucas, being Lucas, made all the clinic personnel stand on their toes before we were seen by a doctor.

“So,” the old doctor said, taking his seat on the chair. “What do we have here?”

“A pregnant lady and a very impatient future father,” Lucas responded and I circle my hands around his arm, squeezing with a scowl in my eyes.

He puffs and motions to me to take over, evidently bothered.

“I am late one week, doctor and I have been having all the right symptoms so I believe I might be pregnant,” I tell the doctor in a decent voice making Lucas roll his eyes.

“Alright then, I need you to fill this form with every requested detail and I will have my assistant here to bring you a pregnancy test. We will run blood tests as well and according to the results we will start a visiting plan and give you some treatment. How is your morning sickness?”

“Exhausting, really,” I reply and Lucas squeezes my hand with empathy.

“We will take care of that as well,” the doctor said. “Please wait here, I will have the nurse sent in.”

“Thank you, doctor,” I say before he leaves the room.

Lucas grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss on my forehead.

Seconds later the nurse comes in and after proper greetings she hands me the pregnancy test which I take with me in the bathroom.

I breathe deeply, hoping that this time nothing will go wrong and I take the test, placing it on the counter and waiting in there for the result, and the more I wait, heavier my heart is.

Confident that the result should be ready, I land my eyes on the tube and my eyes widen in shock, tearing almost immediately.

“LUCAS!” I shout and the door breaks opened, showing in my insanely worried husband.

“What?! What is it?!” he rushes in and grabs me tight in his arms.

“I am not pregnant,” I say, feeling on the verge of a faint, tears rolling down my face.

I had so much hope and trust that I was pregnant, and the negative test result just shattered my heart. “Lucas, I am not pregnant,” I repeat with fading voice.

“That’s okay, baby. We will try more, don’t worry,” he whispers soothing words in my ear while the nurse takes the test from the counter.

“Ms. Tate, this doesn’t mean you are not pregnant. We will run the blood tests as well, and that’s a more conclusive result. Would you follow me, please?”

I nod and follow the nurse to the lab, with Lucas on my heels, but he remains a bit behind, answering his phone that is annoyingly ringing for the past five minutes.

The blood tests are taken and I keep looking at the door, waiting for Lucas to come in, but that doesn’t happen.

Once the nurse is ready, I stand up and get out, hoping to find my husband slash future-husband on the other side of the door, still on the phone, but instead of Lucas I see Gio standing, leaned against the wall, one hand in his pockets, the other one scrolling his phone.

“Where is Lucas?” I ask Gio, who snaps his head up to me. He adjusts straight to his posture, dropping his phone in the pocket.

“He had... some place to attend. I will take you home.”

“What place?” I insist, and Gio seems a bit uncomfortable with it with my question.

“I cannot tell you, Rebecca,” he says. “Boss orders,” he excuses himself.

“Well, tell your boss I am not leaving here until he picks me up,” I reply, throwing a tantrum and sitting on the chair.

I was supposed to wait for the blood test results anyway, which might take a while, so I thought there was plenty of time for Lucas to come back, hearing about my demand.

I have no idea why I felt the need to be so sassy, but I did it, and boy, it felt good.

Gio offered to bring me something to eat and I asked for double share. I was literally starving, and most probably that was the reason for me being so grumpy.

Half an hour later, I am being called in the doctor’s office and before I stand up, I take one more look to the main door, hoping Lucas will miraculously enter at the last moment but the damn door stays closed, and I decide I need to man up and do this by myself.

“Ms. Tate, take a seat, please. I am really sorry this has taken so long but we have a baby that insisted to come to this world, no matter what,” the doctor says and I give him a small smile. “I have here...” he continues but gets interrupted by the sound of the door opening wide and Lucas coming in, filling the room with that particular dominance that makes your knees shake.

Not mine.

I give him a scowling stare which, of course, he ignores and bends over me to kiss the crown of my head.

“Mr. Tate...” the doctor mumbles, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

“I hope you are not going to start without me,” Lucas spits and sits next to me.

The doctor clears his throat and tries his best to recollect.

“No, of course not. We have here the result,” he continues, opening the file he has in his hands. “And you are very much pregnant, Ms. Tate. Congratulations,” he clears our fears and smiles widely at both of us.

“Oh, God,” I whisper as if the world’s weight is lifted from my chest and Lucas squeezes my hand strongly.

I am sure inside he was screaming out with joy but, him being him, kept in control and only gave a smile and kissed the hand he was holding.

“I am going to prescribe you some vitamins and something to help you with the morning nausea. I am expecting to see you again in two weeks from today,” the doctor concludes.

Lucas takes the prescription from the doctor and we both stand up, saying our goodbyes.

We walk out of the clinic, me keeping myself still grumpy, Lucas holding tight my waist.

He opens the door of the back seat for me to get in, none of us speaking or looking at each other.

Once we are both in the car and Gio jumps in the driver’s seat, Lucas raises the partition between us and the front of the car, and in one swift move he pulls me from my seat and slams me on his lap, forcing my legs to spread wide and pushing his hard manhood against my cores.

“Ms. Tate, I’m strongly advising you to stop pushing my buttons or else I will continue your punishment from where it left last night,” he hisses in his husky voice, one hand under the skirt of my dress molding my butt and the other one curled tight around my neck, while his lips are eating mine.

My insides are melted and I push myself stronger on his shaft, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

Half an hour and two orgasms later, we arrive at a destination unknown to me.

It was way outside NY and Gio stopped the car in front of a beautiful, white three storeys villa, still under construction.

“Lucas, where are we?” I asked him in awe while getting down from the car.

“Do you like it?” he asked cockily.

“I do. It’s beautiful.”

“It’s ours, baby. I bought the land when I got out of hospital and started the construction soon after. It’s not ready yet, but it will be. We will definitely move before the baby comes,” he says, wrapping his arms around me, pressing my back against his chest.

“Our home...” I whisper, rolling my eyes on the building and the area around it.

We have a home of our own, new bearing no memories, nobody’s destiny but ours.

No more Tate estate or Downhill estate, but our very own home.


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