LOGINIsabella’s POVChild Labor is not for the faint of heart. By the time I arrived at the hospital, I was already 5 cm dilated and went to 7 cm in a span of 30 minutes. Dr. Williams said it was going to be a quick labor, so an epidural may not be possible, and she was right. By the time Zander made it from the lobby to the delivery room, I was 10 cm dilated and ready to start pushing.A loud cry pierced the room. “Congratulations, Isabella and Zander, it’s a girl,” Dr. Williams declared. “The work isn’t done yet, Isabella, baby number two wants to meet you, too.”I watched as they took my daughter over to be cleaned up and weighed. No, our daughter, I think as I glanced up at Zander. Zander bent down and kissed me on my forehead. “I’m so in awe of your strength, my love,” he purred against my forehead. “I love you, Izzy.”“I love you, Z,” I replied.“Ok, Isabella,” Dr. Williams said, bringing my focus back to her. “On the next contraction, I need you to push.”No sooner did the words com
Zander’s POVWe were on the 16th hole at the golf course, and Grandfather had just hit the best hit on a par 5 that I’ve ever seen, when Nathan’s phone rang.“Hey, Kimmy,” Nathan answered. “Oh, really? Sure, I’ll let him know.”“So, what did my lovely girlfriend have to say?” Twerkley asked.“Oh, she didn’t call for you,” Nathan smirked. “She called for Zander.”“Zander?” Twerkley questioned.“Me?” I asked.“Yes, it seems we need to go to the hospital,” Nathan grinned. “Someone is going to be a daddy.”“What?!?” I gulped. “Isabella is in labor??”“Her water broke,” Nathan replied. “Nina and Amelie are taking her to the hospital.”“Oh my god, I’m going to be a father,” I said, shocked. “Shit. I’m going to be a father.” I sank to my knees on the grass of the tee off box.Nathan and Salvatore started laughing.Grandfather grinned, “It was scary for us all the first time.”“I honestly thought I was going to throw up,” Salvatore chuckled.“Me too!” Nathan snickered.“Well, we’d better get
Isabella’s POV – End of June“Zander!” I called from the bedroom. Ugh. How am I supposed to put on my shoes if I can’t see my own feet? Being almost 9 months pregnant really sucks sometimes. “Zander?” Fuck it. I’m going barefoot. I waddled, literally waddled, down the hall. Damn it, I forgot Zander is golfing with Nathan and Papa. I looked down at my stomach. “Stop eating my brains!” I chastised the babies and then laughed. I made it to the kitchen and realized Mama was sitting at the breakfast counter.“Mama? What are you doing here?” I asked.“Zander and Papa are golfing with Nathan,” Mama advised.“I know that, but what are you doing here?” I asked again.“I came to keep you company,” Mama replied.“You mean you came to babysit me?” I chuckled.“I’m not admitting to that,” Mama laughed.There was a knock on the door. Mama got up and went to answer it. “Morgan!” Mama exclaimed. “Don’t you look lovely!”“Hi, Nina,” Morgan said, gleefully. “Is Isabella home?”“Yes, Morgan. Please come
Isabella’s POVI had barely gotten through the door to the suite when Zander was pawing at my clothes to tear them off.“Zander!” I squealed as he basically mauled me.“I need to have you NOW, Izzy,” Zander growled, spinning me around so he could undo my zipper and the laced fabric at the back of my dress. “I can’t believe you weren’t wearing any underwear to the reception.”I smiled coyly, thinking of when Zander went under my dress to take my garter off and ended up staring at my bare pussy. He gasped and let out a long sigh, which teased my pussy, and I shivered.“It took me everything in my power not to drag you upstairs at that exact moment, bunny,” Zander stated as he pushed my dress down to pool at my feet. Zander slid his hands down my legs as he crouched, taking off my shoes. A sharp pain hit my ass cheek.“Owww,” I gasped. “Did you just bite my ass?”“Maybe,” he chuckled, his hand smoothing over the spot. Zander stood and twirled me around. I stood in front of him in just my
Zander’s POVI helped Isabella into her dress, and she quickly straightened herself. I led her by the hand to the elevator, and it took everything in my power not to smear her lipstick on the ride down. I wanted to touch her nonstop. I’m literally staring at her as a tiger looks at their prey.“What?” Isabella said, looking at me. “Do I have something on my face?”“You’ll be on my face later,” I grinned.“Zander!” Isabella squealed. “What has gotten into you?”“I just happen to like fucking my wife,” I shrugged.Isabella giggled, “I love my husband fucking me, so that’s a good thing.”We stepped off the elevator and headed out to the private garden reserved for the reception. When Isabella and I walked through the flower arch, a big cheer erupted in the garden. I gulped, overwhelmed by the family, blood and not, that welcomed us as a couple. It feels so incredible to be supported by so many people.“Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh!” Dante announced. Of course, Dante would be the MC. “Since the
Isabella’s POVWe made our way down the aisle, and then Zander quickly dragged me back into the hotel. We raced down the hallway to the elevators and got in, Zander pressing and holding the close door button so no one else could get in.“Zander,” I giggled. “You’re being crazy.”“Crazy for you, Izzy,” Zander grinned, pinning me against the wall of the elevator. “I love you, wife.”Wife. It sounded so sweet coming off his lips. “I love you, too, husband,” I said, smiling.“Say it again,” Zander growled as he kissed my neck.“Husband, my husband,” I panted out.The elevator stopped, and Zander pulled me by the hand down the hallway. Then, he stopped at a door, swiping a key card.“Well, Mrs. Cavanaugh, we’re here,” Zander said, smiling widely.“Where exactly is here?” I asked.“The honeymoon suite, of course,” Zander explained and proceeded to sweep me off my feet. I giggled with excitement. “What are you doing?”“I’m carrying m
Isabella’s POVThe pain in my stomach is overwhelming. I threw up all over the floor.“Stay calm, Isabella,” Nurse Anna insisted. “Panic won’t help the situation.”“Ok, I’ll try,” I said, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. I started taking deep breaths, but my head was spinning. People rushed
Isabella’s POV“How can I help you?” I asked again.“Well, I need your help running the numbers,” Vincento informed. “I honestly think we have someone siphoning money off.”“Why me?” I asked.“You’re familia, Isabella,” Vincento stated. “I trust you. We need to keep this on the down low and not ale
Isabella’s POV“The truth is,” Nonna said, looking down at her hands. “The Aventini dynasty ended with Francesco Aventini.”“Nonna, what are you talking about?” Papa asked, puzzled.“When I wed Francesco, I was already pregnant,” Nonna stated. “Salvatore, your father was Paulo DeMarco’s son.”Papa
Zander’s POVThe reality hits me. I’m going to be a dad of twins. My heart is so full of joy, but there is a nagging sense of dread. What if I don’t get my eyesight back? I’ll never see Isabella’s beautiful face or the faces of my children. Isabella deserves so much more than that.“Izzy, what happ







