Halo

XLIII

"So, you're an honorary royal." Mick chuckled. 

"Yes, I am," I replied. 

Mick came home from training for a bit, while Nico was out walking through Paris. He loved the city and since there wasn't much to do with the virus going on, he started taking long walks. At the moment Mick was making dinner for us and a few people. 

"How are you?" Mick asked, his hands moving to wrap me in a hug. 

"I'm tired," I muttered. "Dr. Lilly said everything was looking amazing!" 

Mick kissed me softly, "That's great! Now you can just take it easy and relax at which ever home you pick." 

"Or I could go to races with you," I whispered causing Mick's eyes to light up. "Fashion week is over and we're on break for a few weeks. So, why not travel to Italy and Portugal with my amazing husband." 

I kissed him with more passion than before causing him to groan into the kiss. Pulling back, he nipped at the base of my neck before pulling away all the way to go back to the food. I stared at Mick while he chuckled to himself. 

"Oh, I see," I said slyly, as I walked over to Mick and hugged him from behind. 

"I love you, Ang––Oh fuck, Stella." He exclaimed as I dove my hand beneath his sweat pants. 

My thumb swirled around his tip, while he grew rock hard for me. I quickly brought my hand to my mouth, to spit in it before setting a fast path against his length. Mick gripped the counter while letting out soft moans, his hips every once in a while bucking into my hand. 

"Stella..." Mick moan out as I could hear the cars pulling up. It takes about five minutes to go through the security. "Fuck, Stella...we don't have time to clean up." 

"Don't worry about that baby boy," I whispered as I felt his dick twitch, signaling he was close. 

Mick's knuckles were white as he gripped the marble counter. "Stella..." 

"Come on baby boy, " I whispered in his ear causing him to moan loudly as ropes of cum squirted on his pants. 

Mick caught his breath, before turning around to look at me with lust blown in his eyes. "That was just what I needed." he chuckled. 

"I know you," I replied. "Now change your pants quickly and be glad you're my husband, that I allow to ruin Haute Couture pants." 

Mick gave me a quick kiss before disappearing upstairs and I finished Mick's cooking. He turned in a new pair of dress pants just as the door opened and voices filled the house. 

"Hey, Stella!" Charles and Pierre exclaimed. 

I hugged both of them before they moved on to talk with Mick. A few minutes later Sebastian, came in as well. Following him were Toto and Lewis, who Mick had to invite because I didn't want Nico, Toto, and Lewis in the same room all at once. 

Of course, the moment the three saw each other, the tension grew thick in the air. I stared between them, before moving to show the others to their seats. 

"You two are petty as fuck." I hissed as I passed. 

Nico grabbed my arm harshly, but Mick wasn't having it. 

"Let her go." He snapped. 

"Mick, leave it," I whispered as Nico let go of my arm with an apologetic look. Mick let out a huff before moving to talk with Sebastian. 

Nico stuck by me for the evening. Charles, Pierre, and I had a lot of fun talking in French whenever we didn't want certain people to hear what we were saying. 

"Stella, could you pass the strawberries and whipped cream?" Lewis asked. I looked up to see they were right in front of Nico, who was to my left. 

"I can't reach." I snapped. 

"So, any fun things with the royal family planned?" Pierre asked. 

I nodded. "I've been invited to St. Moritz before it's too late to go skiing for a family vacation."

"Are you going?" Lewis inquired. 

I rolled my eyes. "Think about that for a minute Lewis. Just use your brain for a bit, and then answer the question." 

Lewis looked at me confused while everyone looked down at the table. I stared him down, with an angry look on my face. I was beyond pissed with his behavior tonight and I was getting ready to blow my top off.

"I don't understand why you would give up a ski trip with the royal family." He said with a confused tone. "I mean your husband is an F1 driver who drives at high speeds, surely he isn't scared of some snow. And you fly jets! I mean hones––

"GODDAMNIT LEWIS!" I yelled while throwing my steak knife, allowing it to be stuck in the wall behind Lewis. "How dare you come into my home, disrespect Nico, Mick, and myself. Did you ever think that possibly we decided not to go because of other factors?" 

Lewis sat shell shocked by my outburst and the perfectly thrown knife that took me a lot of time to perfect. 

"And this feud that the two of you have, needs to stop now. You are grown-ups and have to start acting like it. I'm tired of it along with everyone else, so kiss and makeup!" I added. 

Nico and Lewis opened their mouths, but Toto cut them off. "You both deserved that. You're acting like a bunch of school children in a petty argument. It's been five years. Get. Over. Yourselves." 

Charles, Pierre, Mick, and Seb all smirked at the four of us, as we had a staredown. Finally, Lewis began laughing along with Nico. Soon we were all laughing for no reason, and Lewis and Nico hugged each other. 

Mick kissed me softly of the temples while holding me close to him as we sat back and watched the others explore my house. Nico showed off his WDC trophy sitting in the foyer, also explaining how I got it. 

"You did well." Mick chuckled. 

"They have their flaws, but in the end they're family," I replied with a smile. 

His hands rested on my belly as I leaned onto his chest, allowing Mick to support me. Sebastian caught a peek at us and a wide smile appeared on his face. I sent him a nod as he made his way over. 

"Congratulations," he whispered. "How is everything." 

"The twins are doing well, I'm good, everything is good." 

"Twins?" 

"Good genes," Mick smirked. 

"So, Stella what was the condition of you not going skiing?" Lewis asked curiously and I looked down to my belly and back up at him. 

Charles and Pierre looked at my belly, to Mick, to me, and to each other before jumping up and down like maniacs while cheering. They each ran to hug but calmed down to give me a gentle hug and kiss my stomach. 

"I'm pregnant with twins," I explained. 

Lewis grew one of the largest smiled I'd ever seen him wear. He strode over to me quickly, to give me a gentle hug and kiss my belly as well. I smiled up at Mick, as Lewis whispered to the twins. 

"They've got five minutes to get out, or I'll kick them out so we can finish what you started." He whispered with blown pupils and a look of lust. 

I laughed not thinking Mick was actually serious. Five minutes later I was restraining Mick from kicking our guest out. It was all good fun and I wouldn't have it any other way.