Belongs To Him

50 | It Was Something

Alina Romano

It was nice to find some type of tranquility again. Normalcy went out the window. Spring came, and with it came Easter, which meant family, and unfortunately, it was mine.

I missed our home, the one we built together, the one that had my personal touches. Now, it was like we were in a super-max prison looking over Central Park. Well, super-max is a stretch. However, working from home and hiding from the world up in this penthouse isn't.

I added my own touches. We didn't own the place—well, I was told we didn't. It's a friend of Kingston's apartment, a friend of which he didn't name. I believe it's because he is the friend, and he didn't want to say he bought the place—it makes it seem like it's more permanent.

We'd been here for almost three months now. He even suggested I explore the spot where the nursery "would" be. However, it sounds like where it will be.

The windows here are bulletproof and not ones you can simply cut through. Well, not at that height; that would probably be televised. Also, the sniper on the roof would get him, according to Kingston.

"I just wandered this place for a fifth time while Mom burns the ham. I can't believe you won the Easter egg hunt at six months pregnant," Mia interrupts my thoughts, and her eyes draw to my stomach. I felt huge. I couldn't believe they had a little over two months left to grow in here.

"Well, imagine carrying not one but two babies?" Laughing slightly, she looks out the window from the supposed nursery, "I know you didn't want to move here. You'd already built your home. It still has a nice view, though," she compliments the perfect view of Central Park from midtown.

Beth was astounded we lived on Billionaire Row remaining frazzled as she stepped into the place earlier. However, Tom seemed more excited than ever. Well, he was mostly impressed by the pool table that'd distracted him, Kingston, Reagan, and the surprising appearance of my father for the past hour.

Sometimes, I couldn't believe my parents were still together. They had yet to pick a fight, and according to Mia, Reagan was grilling them in the car.

Mia and I head back into the living room, a space that I redesigned with the free time I had now, with permission from Kingston's "friend." After the attack, the only wise thing seemed to be to step away from work. I was still making designs and projects for clients but not greeting them in person.

As I spot the couch I find a very comfortable Finn sound asleep with a bag of potato chips in hand. As I pulled out my phone and started snapping picks, I heard a throat clearing.

His gaze on me was painful even when I couldn't even see him in front of me, "What did the doctor order... if I was correct, he put you on bed rest, no?" God forbid I walk around the apartment.

"I'm just walking to the couch," I argue, and Kingston smirks at me. "After that egg hunt, I think you need it," he says smugly.

"Yeah, how come she got the four hundred-dollar egg? Some people are heading into college in a few months... some people who actually need that money." Mia had gotten the thirty-dollar egg. It had been the lowest amount, but ironically, as a child, for me, it was the highest.

No, we didn't do an egg hunt for candy as Beth got older. But as grown adults, we did it for money. When I was in middle school, and Mia was still a baby, my father raised the stakes and added in money for the older kids. Still, it never seemed to end, and my father had fun with it.