There was approximately 5,600 milliliters of blood in the adult human body, and I felt like I was looking at all 5,600 milliliters while staring at my dead father lying motionless the floor.

I reached a hand up and felt the sticky warm texture that was coating my face and neck, and when I pulled my hand away, realized I was covered in blood.

The moment I realized, I was so stunned that I didn't even react. Then, after fully adjusting to what had happened three feet in front of me, I felt so sick to my stomach, with an overwhelming urge to throw up.

I fell to my knees as I started coughing and gagging, and realized that nothing was coming up. My vomit felt like it was stuck in my throat, and Vincent must've noticed as well, and with one hand he held the back of my head, using his other hand to stick two fingers down into my throat, manually forcing the vomit up.

Well that's a new step in our marriage

I immediately threw up the contents of my stomach, and some got on Vincent's hand, but he didn't seem to care as he held my hair back, waiting for me to finish, "I know, let it all out baby."

After I was finally done, I stood taller and made my way to back to Donnie, and Vincent pulled out his phone, "Lucas will be here in about a minute with the medics." He confirmed.

I nodded my head as I laid my ear on Donnie's chest, listening for his heart beat. Once I was content with the steady palpitations, I sat down next to him and held onto his hand.

Just as Vincent had said, a minute later Lucas and some medics came in and picked up Donnie.

A few of Vincent's security guards lingered around, starting to clean up the mess and talking to Vincent as he held me to his chest.

As I was gearing up to tell him that I wanted to go home, when a man almost as large as Vinnie climbed in through a nearby window, making me gasp and grip tightly onto Vincent's shirt.

Vincent immediately turned his head to the direction I was looking at, before shaking his head, "Grey fuckin' Michaels."

The man, Grey Michaels I'm assuming, wore a smug grin. He had a big gun slung over his back, and a deep, white scar that ran through his eyebrow and slightly on his cheekbone, "Still a perfect shot."

"Still a cocky fucker too," Vincent rolled his eyes while holding my back to his chest, his thick arm wrapped around my neck, "Grey, this is my wife, Ezra. Ezra baby, this is Grey, an old friend from college."

He held his hand out, and by now I knew better, "Oh, so the no touching extends to her now too?" He confirmed with a smirk and Vincent nodded his head.

"So, wife?" He smiled down at me, "Never thought I'd see the day." He shook his head, "Dude hated being touched all throughout college, man let me tell you I can't believe he fucked as many women as he did even-"

Vince quickly and loudly interrupted him, "My wife, Grey."

"No, no let the man speak." I laughed and he looked like he was going to continue, but Vincent's glare shut him up quickly.

"I hate that we have to meet like this," he motioned to my bloody clothes and hair, and then to my fathers dead body, courtesy of him I guess, "But I'm excited to finally meet the famous Ezra. Wish you weren't covered in blood and vomit though." He laughed.

"You saw that?" I groaned in embarrassment.

"I pretty much blocked out everything after Vincent shoved his hand down your throat," he laughed, then pointed at Vincent, "You gotta wash your hands by the way."

"Shut the fuck up." Vince deadpanned, "I didn't need her to choke and die," He rolled his eyes, "In all seriousness, thank you for coming out here on such short notice man, I owe you."

"You know I've always got your back," He confirmed, "Plus, I've been dying to meet this beautiful babe for months now." He smiled at me, "And let me tell you, that wait has been well worth it." He winked at me.

"Grey?" Vincent spoke up, and he answered back, "Yeah?"

"I'll fuckin' castrate you if you look at my wife one more time."

I laid my palm flat on Vincent's chest and looked up to him with a smile, and he looked over at Grey, "Grey, fuck off."

Grey threw his both his hands up in surrender, "Alright alright, I don't want to see you two love birds making googly eyes anymore. I'm out, I'll see you later." He confirmed, and then he left through the window.

Why is he entering and exiting through the window? What a weirdo.

"Let's go home." Vincent decided, whispering in my ear.

The drive home was filled with random chatter, mostly from me, but Vincent spoke up, "Are you okay? How do you feel about everything?"

"Honestly?" I questioned and he nodded, "I feel relieved. My dad was always such an asshole, and now that he's gone, I can help but feel, I don't know, better? Does that sound terrible?"

"No, he was an awful father and human being, and it makes me feel all that much more worse for treating you like such shit in the beginning."

"Vinnie," I looked over at him, "You apologized for that, and I forgave you. You didn't know."

"He said he beat you." Vincent stated, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel, "Is that true?"

I hesitated for a moment, before nodding my head.

"I wish I could bring that fucker back to life to kill him again." Vincent shook his head.

"It's fine Vinnie, it wasn't a great time in my life and I don't really like thinking about it, okay? Just let it go."

He didn't look like he wanted to let it go, so I decided to change the subject, "Why were you stalling for so long? I didn't think you would let him talk that much."

"I had to give Grey enough time to find a spot and set up his equipment, fucker is good at what he does." He confirmed, "Only person I'd trust shooting inches away from your head."

"Yeah I can't believe you let that happen." I laughed.

"I told him if he shot you on accident then he had to shoot me too." He spoke the words to so casually, like he was talking about what he wanted for dinner.

I looked over at him, "You serious?"

"Mhm." He confirmed, "I had paperwork for Marchetti to take over if something went wrong, I'm not living in a world where you don't exist." He brought my hand up to his mouth, kissing each finger.

"I wouldn't want to be here without my Vinnie either." I confirmed as I leaned over the console, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

I threw up, can't really give a smooch on his mouth, although I don't think he'd care.

"Hey, what part me me has a tracker on it?"

Vincent had told me a while back when he was still practically ignoring me, 'I know where you are at all times' and never brought it back up again.

"Wedding ring."

"That's probably not a good idea. What if they make me take all my jewelry off?"

"What do you want me to do, implant one in you?" He asked with a smile, "I mean I wanted too, but I didn't know how you feel about that."

"Yeah, no I'm not getting a chip inserted." I decided, and he chuckled.

After we got home, I call out to Barbie who comes running and jumped into my arms, "Hi Barbie girl." Vincent greets her with a small pat.

Vincent said he was going to go to the kitchen, and I go to our room to shower. After I was done, I went back downstairs and saw Vincent standing in the kitchen, shirtless.

I sat there for a moment admiring the view while leaning against the door frame, "Vincent." I called out, and he turned around, "Let's have a baby." I decided.

I knew I wanted to be a mom and that he wanted to be a dad. There was also no threat looming over us, so I figured now was better then ever.

Vinnie looked stunned for a moment, then cracked out a huge smile, while motioning me with his finger, "C'mere."

I walked up to him, and he grabbed me under my armpits, and roughly placed me on the counter, "My little wife wants a baby, does she?" He hummed slowly, staring down at my mouth, "I don't think I can give you one right now, but we can give it some practice, hm?" He questioned, running the pad of his thumb over my hardened nipple.

My eyes widened, "Vincent, not in the kitchen, someone could see us."

He grabbed my face, "You are mine to do with what I please, and if someone sees me fucking the shit out of my wife, then I'll fucking kill them."

He pushed me back so I was lying flat on the counter, and I heard Vincent unbuckling his pants, and remove his belt.

He took my hands, and wrapped the belt around them, locking them together. He then moved and pulled my pants down my legs quickly, "No panties." He shook his head with a tsk, "And so fuckin' wet you look like you already came. What the fuck am I going to do with you." He spoke mostly to himself.

He held a single arm over me, holding my bound hands down to the counter, and with his free hand he threw my leg over his shoulders, and got to work, licking a long streak up me and sucking before sticking two fingers in, and pulling it out so slowly, teasing me.

After I came a little too quickly on his face, he roughly pulled me up from my laying position, unbinding my hands and placing my feet back on the floor. He flipped me around, so my back was against his chest, and my front was facing the counter, "I'm gonna fuck my wife from behind, yeah?" He grunted lowly in my ear, and I put my hands on the island that I just got ate out on, and I felt vincent from behind me, "Yes daddy."

He pulled off my shirt, and reached his hands around to grip my boobs in his hand, "When you have our baby, you'll have to take these out you know?" He asked me, "It'll be a fuckin' travesty, but I'll enjoy my girls while I can."

I heard Vincent unzipping his pants, and anticipation filled my body, we had never done it like this before.

I felt his foot hit my ankle, "Spread your legs." He demanded and I let out, "Yes daddy." I widened my stance, he then did something that surprised me, he roughly bent me over the counter, with an iron clad grip on my hair, pushing my face onto the granite countertop.

He took his free hand, and gave me a very hard smack on the ass, "That's for looking so Goddam fuckable in this position," He said, his eyes not leaving mine, before smacking the other side just as hard, "That's for that fuckin' nickname," He spanked me a third time, "and that my little wife, is because you're mine and I fuckin' wanted too." He decided, and didn't give me a warning as he thrusted into me in one hard push, making me cry out.

Vincent quite literally fucked the shit out of me while I was bent over the counter, just like he said he would, going fast and hard, keeping the side of my face smooshed down onto the counter.

After we had both finished, he carried me up to the room and placed me on the bathroom countertop, turning on the shower.

"Want to shower?" He asked and I shook my head, "I just got out."

He nodded his head, and grabbed a washcloth and wet it down with warm water, cleaning me up before smacking my ass and advising me too 'Go take a piss.'

I got dressed and sat back on the countertop, watching Vincent while he was in the shower. He knew I was watching, and he took his hand and grabbed his dick, and started stroking it, just like how he knew I liked it.

I let out a smile as my eyes met his, then traveled back to his dick, watching him fuck his own hand while staring at me.

I could actually watch him do this all day.

I decided I had enough, and stood from my sitting position, taking off my clothes. I got into the shower with him, dropping to me knees right in front of him.

I began kissing and sucking all around his dick, and then all along his shaft, making my way very slowly to the tip, "Ezra, quit fuckin' around." He demanded.

"Patience, daddy." I smiled up at him.

I resumed my teasing, sucking the skin right beside his tip, making him moan out.

Bingo

I moved my tongue all around his tip, before I closed my mouth around it and started sucking. I finally relented, taking more into my mouth and almost down my throat. He didn't last as long as he normally did, and he came in my mouth as I swallowed it all, "Jesus Ezra I feel like a fuckin' thirteen year old boy cumming that fast." He shook his head with a frown, "I gotta get you a car or something for doing that so well." He chuckled, and I answered out with a smile, "A Lexus."

"I'll keep that in mind."

I figured I'd tease him a little, "You know, it's starting to look like I can't actually call you daddy anymore, now that you're going to be one."

Vincent looked up at me like I had six heads, "Not funny."

"You like the name." I stated, it wasn't a questions anymore, "Say it."

"I like being called daddy as much as you like being called baby."

"Mhm." I hummed, "I love when you call me that." I smiled and he pinched my nipple, turning off the water and got out of the shower.