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Chapter 44

HELENA

Home sweet home.

The car stops in front of the mansion, and we get out. I cannot believe that I've come to a point in life where I call this mansion, that I once called dark and ominous, my home. And the tyrant, my husband.

Time really changes everything. Months ago, I came to Chicago to start a new chapter in my life. But I never thought I'd end up as the wife of the master of this mansion, or that I'd find my grandfather. And have two babies. Life is indeed full of surprises.

Shaking my head at my thoughts with a little smile, I follow Antonio as he brings our children inside. As I walk into the mansion, Lilly wraps her arms around me. "Welcome home, Helena," she mutters, and I hug her back. And it's indeed my home.

"I'm glad you're back. I honestly thought he was going to tear apart anyone who crossed his path while you were gone," she says as she pulls back. "He even started to bicker with your cat. I thought he'd gone insane."

"I'm glad I'm back too," I mumble with a smile, then head up the stairs. After being his wife and the mother of his children, I know the only safe place is right next to him. "Is Snowball all right?"

"Yes, I've kept her in my room until your return," she nods with a smile.

Before I realize what's happening, I'm lifted off the floor. I look up into gray eyes, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck. "You should wait for me," he tells me softly as he carries me.

"I don't want to bother you—" I start.

"You would never bother me," he interrupts, carrying me into a room next to ours and gently setting me down. "Your presence is a blessing to me, little doll." I smile as I look around with a gasp of surprise.

The room is transformed into a nursery. "It's beautiful," I whisper, walking over to the cribs. "But I think it'd be better if we move their cots to our room. They're too small to stay here; they'll need us, especially during the night."

"As you wish," he replies without hesitation, his words surprising me. I glance at him, and he grins. "Though, I need you during the night too." His nose nudges my cheek, and he plants a kiss.

I blush and slap his chest as he gently puts me down. "You should just accept the pocket-pussy Roman gifted you," I mock him as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

"I have my own, and I can't wait to make it bloom," he says, and then kisses me. His words are so dirty, and his voice so gruff, that the pussy he's talking about throbs. But our little moment of passion, after weeks, is interrupted by my crying baby boy in his cot.

The moment one cries, the other joins in. I turn, picking up Alanzo to pass him to Antonio before taking Cara in my arms. Two babies are such a handful. I really don't know what I would do if we had triplets.

I rock Cara gently, and Antonio pats Alanzo's back, trying to soothe him. They're probably hungry. I lift my shirt, exposing my breast. Cara latches on immediately, drinking milk.

I feel Antonio's gaze on me, and a blush spreads across my face. "Stop looking at my boobs like you want a suck," I tell him mischievously, as he looks at my teats, mesmerized.

"Maybe I do want a suck?" he asks with a raised brow, and my cheeks turn a darker shade of red as his eyes travel down my body. I don't know if he's disgusted, or okay with my body's transformation.

"You are so naughty; and I know I don't look the same," I mutter, biting my lips. "But staring at my flaws is rude."

I have stretch marks from pregnancy, ugly stitches from the C-section. My once-flat stomach looks like the beer belly of my father's poker friends. I need to hit the gym for sure.