🔺Love Triangle🔺

Part 23

*VANESSA*

Time flies so fast. My belly is growing, my mood is swinging and I cannot stop eating. I told Sofia that I'll need another dress and she lost her mind. She is my wedding planner and she want everything perfect.
Now we are in the wedding salon.
"What should we do with a dress?" she asks, when I shrug. I took a chocolate from my purse. "Vanessa? You can't eat right now!" she calls.
"Sorry we're hungry."
"Hello my ladies," Betty, dress seller greets us.
"My dearest friend would like to have new dress," Sofia says.
"Oh, really? Why?"
"I'm pregnant."
"Congratulations!!! When is the date?"
"June, but they'll probably come earlier." I caress my belly.
"They? You're having twins?"
"Thats right," I smile when she hugs me.
"So in 15th of December, she'll be in 12th week. What kind of the dress you reccomand?" Sofia asks, taking out her notebook and pen.
"Let us see."

We found another perfect dress. Now I'm at home, sitting in the couch, eating a sandwich. Vivi is with my dad. Carlos is returning from Las Vegas for two days, then he flies to the Qatar.
"Baby, I'm home!!!" he calls, entering the appartment. We already sell my apartment, so we live together now in his.
He walks to me and kneels down, giving me a perfectly kiss.
"I missed you," I say.
"I missed you too. How are they?" He caress my belly.
"Good. Growing fast."
"Hola Oliver, hola Mia, daddy's home," he says to the belly.
"Mia?"
"Yeah. We talked about names during the flight."
"We?"
"Ehm...Ricki and Charles," he says quietly.
"You told them?"
He keeps in silent.
"Carlos?"
"Yes. Sorry. Only them. Don't be mad."
"What about Lando? He's your best friend. And your best man."
"Mhmmmm. What can I do for you? Give you a massage, cook, clean?"
I laugh. He's so silly.
"You can do something, yes."
"Tell me, my lady."
"You can wash my back, do the laundry, make pancakes, but first, make love with me."
He smiles. Ohhh, I missed those sparkling eyes and his perfect lips.
I wrap my hands around his neck, when he lifts me up.
"I want to be deep inside of you," he whispers, taking me to the bedroom.
"I want you to do that. My hormones are crazy."
He takes off my sweater and leggins, I help him with his clothes.
"Ahhh, no bra and panties again?"
I smile in answer.
"Mia and Oliver, I am very sorry, but you need to close your eyes. Daddy is going to play with your mommy," he says to belly.
"Stop talking," I say and kiss him. Our tongues intertwine. He enters and goes deep. I moan in his mouth.
"Oh, I forgot. Where is Vivien?" he asks.
"With my dad. She'll sleep at his place. We have all night for ourselves."
"Ahh, I can't wait."

"Are we going to have bachelor and bachelorette party?" I ask him in the morning. I am leaning to the kitchen island and he's preparing pancakes.
"Don't know. You want one?" he asks, mixing the ingredients.
"Nah, I can't drink alcohol..."
He laughs: "So you think that you can't have fun with your friends without alcohol? You can go in the spa or have a movie night, playing some board games, drinking juice or tea."
"Mhm, in the meantime you guys will be partying like animals. Maybe you should go to the Vegas."
"You're so sensitive, amor."
"Of course I'd like to get a little drunk! This would be my last day of being single," I say as I step to him. He's shirtless.
Can you imagine him in the kitchen, preparing pancakes, wearing only shorts? That's right. We call this perfection.
"I can promise you that when the twins would be born and as soon as you stop breastfeeding, you can get drunk. I'll take you to the club, take care for the children and come pick you up, okay?" he winks and smiles.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan."
I tap his butt.
"Hurry up chef, your babies are hungry."
I took a marmelade and Nutella out of the fridge.
"Take a sit on the living room. I have something else for you."
I obey him and sit by the table. In the meantime, waiting for him, I surf on the internet.
"Tadaaaaa! Pancakes with strawberries. Sorry, there is not a white chocolate, but you can take a Nutella."
I grab the plate and start eating.
"I was thinking... I'd go with you in Qatar," I say with full mouth.
"Are you sure?"

The next day we're flying to Qatar. I still feel a bit of sickness sometimes.
We accomond in the perfect hotel room in 20th floor.
"This room is peeeeerfect!" I say when I lay on the bed.
"Would you go with me to the circuit or you'd stay here?"
"I'm going with you."

The training past great, Carlos again sets fastest laps.
"Vanessa, it's so nice to see you," Fred says and hugs me. "Nice to see you too," I smile.
"Carlos is truly a smooth operator. We're very proud on him."
"Me too. This is his best season."
"Will you be mad if we took him for a beer later today?"
"Of course not. He needs to spend some time with friends and the team."

*Later that night
I'm watching TV. There is nothing for watch actually, so I am bored. I found some movie and start watching it. Soon I fall asleep.
Someone knocks at the door. I look at the phone, it's half nine.
Did Carlos forgot the key?
I stand up and walk to unlock it. My eyes almost fall out.
"What are you doing here?!"

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