Page 117 of Secret Baby With A Hood Rich Menace
“You lying to me, princess?”
She stiffened in his embrace and faced him.
“I think I might be a little pregnant,” she revealed, eyes lowering to the ground.
“I already knew that.” He placed his finger under her chin and tipped her head up, so he could look into her eyes.
“How?” she fired at him with misting eyes.
“What you mean how?” He chuckled and rested his hand on her ass to pull her close. “I’m in that shit all the time. You think I can’t tell the difference? Ass getting fatter, titties looking like two mangos.” He used his finger to caress her breasts and watched her nipples poke through the thin material of her dress.
“How come you didn’t say anything?”
“I thought I would let you tell me. You stopped drinking, and I assume you only puffing on the weed to keep your nausea at bay.”
“Oh, my God, I’m so sick all the time!” she whined, head falling against his chest. “What if it’s twins again!”
“Then we’ll love them as much as we love the other two.” Heavy embraced her. “I do have one request before you have my baby again, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Aye, let’s go!” he shouted toward the deck where everyone came running.
The twins lined up with Pierre, and Maisie held Caisie against her chest. Harlee and Heir opened their jumpsuits to reveal the shirts underneath, and Pierre unbuttoned his little beach shirt too. Each child had a word scribbled on their chest to complete a question. Will you marry me? Giselle’s head swung back toward Heavy with frantic eyes.
“You better answer these babies!” Petal yelled.
“Yes! Of course I will!” She jumped up and down in his embrace.
Heavy presented her with a white gold princess cut, split shank diamond engagement ring that sparkled from the sunlight shining down on them. Grabbing her hand, he slipped it on her finger, and she let a single tear drop past her cheek.
“I love you, princess.” Heavy swept her off the ground.
“I love you more, Huey.” Her lips lingered over his before their mouths fused in a passionate tongue kiss.
“Huey!” Harlee covered her mouth and giggled while the rest of the family cheered for the couple and raised their glasses.
“Aight, let’s get our hood asses on this yacht!” Viggo pulled from the blunt in his hand and finished his champagne.
The rest of the evening, nothing but the calm seas surrounded them. With the mesmerizing sun setting in the distance, they partied for hours. Standing on the deck, gripping the chrome railing, Giselle took in everything with a brand-new outlook. Below, Gem danced in her bathing suit, with Solo behind her, drunk as hell with a blunt in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. He caught a groove behind her andwatched her ass move. Giselle just shook her head. She knew he cared about her. When it came to Gem, Solo didn’t behave like a typical twenty-three-year-old. He stood on all ten behind her baby sister, and that was all she could ask for.
With no regrets, she smiled when the arms of her man slipped around her waist and pecked her supple skin. Lifting her off the ground, Heavy perched her on the railing and stepped between her thighs. He caressed them both with his rough hands, and his mouth lingered over hers, lips still cool from the champagne he’d just sipped.
“You happy, princess?” Heavy asked against her lips.
She draped her arms over his shoulders and nodded before smothering his mouth with hers.
“I didn’t think I could ever be this happy.” She stroked the back of his neck and got lost in his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Crazy to think one thunderstorm during one of the worst times of my life gave me everything I didn’t know I needed or was missing. I dreaded coming back to Southwick, and it took so long for me to find my footing after everything. I think someone once told me that peace was earned.” She simpered, head angled to the side, carving his handsome face into her memory as the stars shined down on them.
The End
