I stare at my brother, anger written all over my face. Why in the hell did he come back? “Why are you here? Why’d you come back?” I ask, my blood boiling. “I missed my brother, that’s all.” Leo says. “Stop fucking with me.” I spit back. “Still got Dad’s anger I see. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed. Which begs the question of who that beautiful woman is. God, she’s a real gem-“ “And she’s my fiancé. Fuck off.” I say, defensively. “Wait. Wait she’s your fiancé?” he says, trying to hold back his laughter. “That has to be arranged because the world would have to be-nope. Even the world ending wouldn’t push you to love someone, let alone marry them.” He says, laughing. “Why the fuck are you here, Liam? You haven’t been around since you were seventeen, it’s been five years.” I say, annoyed. “Okay, fine. I got word that Malcom had come back and I just wanted to check on my brother and mother. And dad. I guess.” He says. Liam’s never tried to hide his hatred for our father. His h
Dionne’s POV: In the morning, I wake up and Xavier’s chest is pressed against my back, his face is in my hair, and his arm is wrapped around my stomach, holding me in place. I feel the sudden urge to get up and go to the bathroom, so I wiggle out of his arms and I get up and I use the bathroom, then I come back to the bed and Xavier lies awake, turning his head to look at me when I come back. “Did I wake you?” I ask, walking over to the bed. “I couldn’t smell you or feel you anymore so I woke up. So to answer your question, yes. Yes you did.” He says, yawning. “I’m sorry.” I say, kissing him good morning. Suddenly I hear Liam downstairs, laughing. “Ugh. I forgot about Liam.” I say, getting up and finding some of Xavier’s clothes to wear. “I can’t forget. The thought comes back to me every second of every hour.” He says, groaning as he gets up. He walks up to the sink where I am and he wraps his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder. “You still tired?” I say, messing w
Xavier’s POV: I race downstairs, fuming at what I just heard. I knew Liam would try and make a move on her. God, I should’ve went with my gut and kicked him out sooner. I wanted to trust him. But trust doesn’t go far with him, obviously. “Liam!” I scream, reaching the living room where he is now. He stands up as I approach him and I grab his shirt and I throw him against the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You’re lucky I don’t break your fucking nose any further.” I say, rage taking me over. “What is the meaning of this?” my mother yells. “Why don’t you tell them, Liam. Hm? Tell them!” I scream at him. “I was only telling her the truth. Xavier’s never gonna settle, even he knows it.” Liam says with a scoff. “That’s my fucking wife you’re talking to, you bastard! And her name is Mrs. fucking Foster when you address her, and you’d better fucking remember that shit because it won’t go any further than that, do you fucking hear me? I dare you to step out of line aga
Dionne’s POV: I wake up the next day and it’s nearly 4 P.M. “Why the hell was I out so long?” I whisper, holding my head as a migraine comes in. I get up, my head hurting more as I look into the light pouring in through the blinds, and I look in the closet for one of Xavier’s sweatshirts and I slide one on, putting some sweatpants on,drowsily walking downstairs. When I walk into the living room, I hear a bunch of men laughing and talking, making my migraine worse. All I want right now is Xavier, and he’s here. I see a spot open next to Xavier, and I go to sit in it, interrupted by some dude with brown hair and brown eyes. “Come on, dude!” Xavier says, slapping him in his head. “?Muevete, Muevete!”, he adds, telling him to move in Spanish. He slides onto the floor, rubbing his head. “Damn. I get moved out of a chair because of some girl? Who is she anyway?” he says as I lie next to Xavier, resting my head on his chest. “Yeah, who’s the chick?” another guy says. “Everyone meet Dio
The doctor comes back in with a small computer with the ultrasound already set up on it. I look over at Xavier sitting next to me as I lie down, waiting to see what happens. “I’m gonna take a urine sample to test you for pregnancy, then I’ll do an ultrasound, okay? So I need you to-“ “Okay.” I say. I take the little cup and I go to use the bathroom and when I’m back, he takes the sample and then he puts in a little stick and leaves it there for a minute or two. He takes it out and shows me a pink stick. “One line means not pregnant. Two means pregnant. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Foster. You’re having a baby!” I start to hyperventilate. Then I cry. Not sad tears. Not angry tears. Happy tears. Even though me and Xavier haven’t been in this long, the thought of having his child makes me happy, not just because it’s a baby and it’s mine, but because it might change the way he looks at things, positively, hopefully. And because I know he’s gonna take care of it. Of course he’s never
3 weeks later Lying in bed with Xavier, he’s lying on my chest, rubbing my stomach and letting me run my fingers through his hair. “I’ve got a question.” He says. “Okay.” I respond. “There’s a ball tonight. A gala if you will. I don’t usually bring anyone, but I was wondering if you’d go with me.” He asks. I smile. “Yeah. I’ll go.” “Good. Kayno’s gonna take you to get a dress while I work on some things.” He says, getting up. “Do you have a tuxedo?” I ask, sitting up. “Oh come on, you’ve seen my closet.” He says, grinning at me. “Yeah, but they’re all black. What’s the theme?” “Dad picks a new theme every year, but he let me know that this year, it’s a black and white ball.” “Oh.” I say, surprised. “Alright, get up. You’ve got 20 minutes.” Xavier says, walking out of the room with a wink. I get up and I get ready, then I go downstairs and I meet Kayno there. “You look simple. It’s cute. Let’s go.” He says. “Kayno, I’m warning you. Fuck with her if you want.” Xavier says,
As I get my makeup and hair done, I look at Xavier in the mirror, sitting beside me, and he moves his head from the makeup brush, grunting. “Xavier, be still. It’s not that bad.” I say. “Yes it is. I feel like a girl.” He says, his anger clear in his tone. “Ugh, relax.” I say, rolling my eyes. He eyes me in the mirror and I smile, putting my hand on his thigh. He stays still as the makeup artists does his makeup and by the time I finish getting my makeup done, Xavier’s getting his tuxedo on. They only touched up his face a little bit, toning his jawline and his cheekbones, simple stuff like that. He finishes and puts his shoes on and kisses me before he walks out. Two women get me undressed, leaving on my underwear, and I cover up my chest area as they pull out a corset, tying it tight around my abdomen. They get my dress out and they put it on me and after that, they slide on my heels, and they put a little tiara on my head, and I go downstairs to meet Xavier. When I walk downstai
Xavier's POV: Me and Dionne are laughing as we talk with other married couples. She’s been making good with other ladies while I’ve been talking with the husbands about mafia related business. I start to get an uneasy feeling, so I look around for Dionne and I see her talking by the glasses of champagne. I walk over to her and I put my hand around her hips, and I look intimidatingly at the woman’s husband looking her up and down and I can see his fear surfacing. “Let’s go honey.” He says, walking away without looking back. I turn around with Dionne and I head for the doors. “Wait, we’re leaving?” “Yeah. I have a bad feeling. My intuition’s never wrong. Something’s in the air.” I say, watching over the room. “Xavier, everything’s fine. Or at least I think.” “No. We need to go. Kayno.” I say, Kayno approaching me. “We’re leaving?” he asks. “Yeah. I don’t like the feeling I’m getting. I can’t risk anyone getting hurt.” I say. “What are you thinking?” “I don’t know. Something’s