All Chapters of Vegas Hangover: A Husband and a baby: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MARLONI slide my fingertips over Miranda's hips, watching her sleep. After our physical activity, she practically fell asleep while I bathed her and then put her to bed.The naughty girl didn't even give in; I couldn't get what I wanted out of her, but I wouldn't force her anymore. I decided I wanted her to say she loved me again spontaneously and willingly.That would be special, and of course, I wouldn't be "drunk" after getting wasted with her father's friends, The Bloody Boars.I remembered with a smile on my face that after the unforgettable paintball game where I was at a complete disadvantage, with five against one in a vast sandy field with high hills, sparse bushes and trees, and randomly scattered low wooden walls or cabins about five feet tall for an adult to hide behind while crouching, the hunt to take down the sissy had begun.Which, in this case, the sissy was me.They gave me thirteen minutes to go hide in the field before I was hunted and massacred.But what they did

MIRANDA Waking up without having my man by my side was becoming a habit I would have to nip in the bud. We were married, and the right thing to be the first sight I had to brighten my day was to see him in that bed next to me. I sat up before stretching like a cat that just woke up from a nap. The slight muscle aches that said "Hi" to me reminded me why I passed out from exhaustion. I saw on the digital clock that it was still Sunday, six o'clock in the evening. The emptiness in my stomach with the slight pangs of hunger made me get up and go to Marlon's closet, grab one of his shirts, and put it on. They didn't reach my knees like I read in books about girls who took their boyfriend's shirt after a night of love. No, they covered my intimacy, but a good part of my skin was exposed, so I grabbed a pair of his white boxer briefs and put them on; I walked out of that room, first to satisfy my hunger and then to give Marlon a lecture. Twenty minutes after eating three pieces of fri

MIRANDA Wednesday I was anxious, nervous, an endless turmoil of feelings. I didn't sleep right that night, so there I was biting my thumb. It was five in the morning and Marlon had woken up to keep me company, and after spending 45 minutes talking to my belly he had stopped to just stare at me. The pale light of that early morning didn't even pass through the curtains, but despite the short-lived silence I knew why my eyes didn't want to close and have a peaceful dream. Because today was the day. The Day we would have the appointment with Dr. Diana Watson, and get the ultrasound. You know that silence? It was broken by Marlon who wouldn't stop bugging me saying how excited he was, and asking me what sex the baby would be. As if I would know! He was blabbering so much about it that early morning, that I got stressed to the point of yelling. DO I HAPPEN TO HAVE A CRYSTAL BALL? HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? Panting, I saw Marlon blink indifferently at my outburst, then h

MARLON I don't know which of us was more agitated during the wait, between my wife who was biting her thumb, or me who didn't know where to keep my hands, whether it was on Miranda's soft legs or on my lap; finally, the first option won. When we were called, a shiver ran down my spine. Holding Miranda's small hand, we walked to the office of the OB-GYN Diana Watson. As soon as we entered the small and comfortable office with walls painted in beige, featuring a simple small desk, two chairs facing the doctor's, and a potted plant in the right corner next to the door we entered from. On the other side of the room, there was a white door with a slightly frosted glass window where the exams with future moms must take place. Dr. Watson was a redhead with light blue eyes, freckles on her small nose, and pale skin. She was thin with small breasts and narrow hips, probably around thirty years old. She was pretty, but not like the woman beside me, who suddenly squeezed her body against mine

MIRANDATwo days later...Lorenzo stared for a long second at the boxes piled up in the apartment's living room. He looked at Andrea and me with raised eyebrows and sighed heavily."Seriously, you dragged me all the way here for this?" He pointed to the boxes and then to the suitcase I had in my hands. "Honestly, I feel used. Lately, you guys only call me to exterminate pests or carry heavy loads," he finished saying, frowning."Stop being a wimp, Lore, you know very well that Miranda can't carry heavy things because she's pregnant, and I can't manage to carry all this by myself," said Andrea, tying her red hair in a ponytail."Why didn't your husband come?" asked Lorenzo, looking at me."He doesn't even know I'm here. He thinks I'm sleeping like he ordered me to do so I could get good rest," I murmured, shrugging. Just remembering his orders, and how his worry (which was actually paranoia) started ever since we found out I was pregnant with twins, Marlon had become extremely protecti