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

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I hate to admit it; admitting it means that his ego will inflate drastically. Admitting it will also means admitting to myself that I wouldn't mind doing this everyday. That I actually love the feeling of waking up in the arms of the man who forgot to slip on a condom. His arm is around my waste, his body flush against mine like a lock and key, almost made for each other. His slow, rhythmic breathing sounds behind my ear sending shivers down my spine and I slowly realise that my bladder needs to relieve itself. I try to pick up his arm, but his grip only tightens causing the pressure in my bladder to increase. I pinch his arm and he grumbles beneath his breath, easily holding onto my hand. I sigh and begrudgingly elbow him in the stomach.

He grunts and rolls over, "What the fuck—"

"I'm pregnant and need to pee," I shoot at him, making my way to the toilet and slipping inside. After relieving myself, I exit and am shocked to see Gufo half naked, his hair attractively messy and a layer of sleep still fogging his mind. He looks like a snack, the way he grabs his water like in those model commercials before drinking some. My mouth dries and it's not because of dehydration.

I can't help myself though, "Naked Jennifer Laurence."

He chokes on his water and quickly slams down his water glass, spluttering up the rest through his nose as a pained expression flickers across his face. Laughter bubbles up from my chest and I bend over, smacking my knee in hysterics. "Y-your face! Oh my god, priceless!"

He sends me a death glare, "Shut up."

"No, but seriously. It went everywhere- your abs are... drenched," I finish quietly, realising that they are, in fact, glistening and looking very good in the dim lighting.

He notices the mood change and a knowing smirk tugs at his lips, "Never knew drenched can be another word for sexy."

I shrug, "I don't know."

"I've got some good news," he says excitedly. "I was talking to the doctor yesterday and he said we can perform a sonogram today! Since you're eight, coming nine weeks he said it's the perfect time."

My throat thickens with emotions and my eyes prick with tears, "We're going to, uh, see the baby?"

He nods and his eyes too glisten, although he tries to hide it, "Yeah, we're going to see the baby."

I bite my lip and subconsciously move my hand over the swell of my stomach, loving the feeling of knowing someone small is growing there. The idea of no longer being alone, having someone always with me is comforting, especially since I'm starting a family that isn't going to be dysfunctional and will work. Untouchable and strong.

Gufo walks over to me and gently caresses my cheek with his thumb, tilting my head back so I look him in the eye. He analyses my face, I'm sure he stares at all my flaws, including the faint acne scars that dot my face, or the beauty spot on the side of my nose. I look back at him, even though he seems flawless, I notice one eye is bigger than the other, he has a light scar on his lip and his brows need taming.

"Can I pluck your brows?" I ruin the moment.

He blinks and his cheeks heat up, "Bitch."

"I'm being serious," I deadpan. "I'll just take away your unibrow, tidy it up around the edges; make you look from hot to sexy."

He chuckles lowly and leans in, pecking my lips and taking me by surprise. "Get dressed and eat breakfast. We'll had down in half an hour."

I nod eagerly and brush past him, opening my bag and pulling out a pair of easy jeans, maroon top and my brown boots. Tying my hair up in a messy bun, I don't bother with makeup, rather freshening up in the bathroom and pinching my cheeks to add colour. As I walk out of the room, I walk past one of Gufo's grey hoodies and can't help it; I slip it on. Content and comfy, I trudge out with a skip in my step, feeling a warmth in my chest. Damien stands in the kitchen and I grimace as deja vu flickers in my mi d briefly. I wonder over and help him out, setting up a pot of fancy coffee and figuring out the configurations- god I love coffee.

He finishes breakfast just as the coffee pot is complete; serving and pouring, we sit together at the island and enjoy being in the presence of each other's company. He glances at me, "Names?"

My nose wrinkles, "I haven't though of any. Too early."

He pouts, "I like Lily."

My brows raise, "I like tree."

He huffs, "Be serious. Lily's a pretty name, you're ruining the moment."

"I'm sorry, I just never liked inanimate objects as people's names. Might as well call the cucumber or leaf. Y'know, keeping it natural Damien," I tease. "I like Rafael."

"Like the Ninja Turtle?"

"How come you don't know Marvel, but you know the Ninja Turtles?" I groan. "You're exhausting."

"In more ways than one," he winks and I snort. "Ninja Turtles are just genuinely superior. Marvel... not so much. What about Xavier?"

"Xmen," I whisper.

"James?"

"The Winter Soldier."

"Natasha?"

"Black widow."

"Oh my god!" He exclaims just as Zac stumbles out of his room looking disgruntled and points an accusatory finger at the pair of us.

"Shut the fuck up before I find Toro's gun."

"Sorry," I whisper. "We're discussing baby names."

He rolls his eyes, "You've got like seven months for that. I have an hour more to sleep, you've ruined it."

"Sorry, go back to bed and we'll keep it down."

"It's too late now," he mutters and pours himself a cup of coffee before sitting at the island with us. "Plans?"

"We're going to see our little girl," Damien says proudly, holding my hand in the process.

"Oh? Finding out the due date then," Zac presumes.

"Little girl?" I ask at the same time, turning to look at Damien.

"Yeah, I'd prefer a girl."

I purse my lips and narrow my eyes, "What about a boy?"

"Eh, that'd do too. Many things I can joke about, but with a girl, I can be their superhero," he grins and I swear, my heart all about melts.

We finish up breakfast and hastily head downstairs, eager for the results. We bypass people as we rush down the steps, however once we meet the bottom floor, Gufo all about takes off in a full on run with my hand in his. I laugh as we sprint by shocked people, opening the door before barrelling through hallways, our small laughter echoing. we finally make it to the medical bay and sprint into the room where a doctor was setting up the appropriate equipment.

"Morning," Gufo breathes. "We ready?"

"Just making last minute preparation sir," The doctor replies. "The lady can take a seat, Chloe I presume?"

"Um, yes," I reply, sudden butterflies erupting in my stomach. Why am I so nervous to see a baby? It's been here for eight weeks now, surely I'd be more excited?

"Alright, this is going to be cold," he smiles sheepishly as he applies weird transparent jelly to my exposed stomach. After that, he takes a wand-like handle and presses it against the appropriate area, an image clickers on the screen of my womb and...

Damien leans in, taking my hand in his as he stares at the picture in awe, a finger touching the glass. My heart swells with pride and adoration as I watch my child, looking at how small and vulnerable it is, but how strong it will grow. I bite my lip as a tear slips down my cheek, I lean my head onto Gufo's shoulder and sniffle slightly, after so many years of torment, I'm blessed with this miracle.