DAMIEN: Book 2 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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"You're taking me to a fair?!" He exclaims in excitement. "I love fairs! But I hate clowns- gosh don't get me started with clowns. They're evil and malicious and full of evil intent. Why they hang around kids is even worst: pedophilia."

I elbow his stomach and send him a death glare, "We're surrounded by families, don't say stuff like that."

"I'll say what I want to say, if that means stating the truth and only but the truth, then so be it. Kids should learn, and our baby is going to be the smartest child in the room and way better than all the other snot-producing, ear-wrecking, diaper-fulling things around him or her."

A laugh bubbles up in my chest and escapes my lips, "You're crazy."

"Only for you," he winks making my heart flutter and swell. Dang, he really knows how to make a woman swoon. "COTTON CANDY! LET'S GO!" He takes me by the hand and drags me to the stall, eagerly waiting in the queue. It's late afternoon on a Friday, I'm working in three hours and have decided to take this time with Gufo so we can get to know each other. Rather than a fancy restaurant where a salad costs my basement, I decided the annual funfair will suffice.

"Mommy, why is that man screaming?" Whispers a little girl in front of us.

"He's not alright in the head," I reply, taking my other hand to steady him protectively.

Gufo snaps his head and looks at me in mock horror, before muttering something about me being pregnant and not being able to smack my arm. I pinch his cheek before looking at the mother's weirded gaze. Raising a brow, I cock my head to the side, "Yes?"

"You're pregnant?" She asks in bitter disgust.

"Yup," I pop my lips, linking my arms with Gufo. "With this misfortunate soul here."

"Misfortunate? I think I'm the luckiest man alive," he claims, tightening his grip on my arm suggestively.

I offer him a cheeky smile, "You won't be by the second trimester."

His smile falters. The woman scoffs and rolls her eyes, "You are brave coming to a fair for children when you're pregnant at such a young age. What type of example do you think you're setting?"

"I think that's incredibly unnecessary," Gufo defends. "You can barely tell she's preggers plus why should it concern anyone? It teaches kids a life lesson if anything."

"Disgraceful," she mutters. "Were you raised on thinking teen pregnancy was alright? Next think you know, she'll be a stripper and you'll be dealing drugs to try and support this... this... abomination."

"I'll tell you now that our baby is—"

"What did you just call my baby?" I seethe, voice barely above a whisper, low but deadly. My arm clenches Gufo's bicep as I try to control the burning monster within, however the urge to punch her is almost too overwhelming.

She sticks her nose up in the air and stares down at me with her nasty, narrowed gaze, "An abomination, as all things that shouldn't should be."

I look down at the little girl to see her cheeks blush bright red, she looks away in embarrassment snd I can't help but pity her, "I suggest you go get your cotton candy before you cause a scene. Wouldn't want to embarrass your daughter further now, would we?"

The woman glances down at her child and frowns, "I'll say what I want to say thank you very much. I have free speech, it's one of my right—"

"Momma," interrupts the little girl. "Leave it be, come on, let's get food."

The woman's brows furrow, "Lisa, you cant seriously understand how appalling these people's behaviours are—"

"Momma," she interrupts again. "Leave them be. They're happy."