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"DOMINICK EMILIONO DI VAIO! GET IN HERE NOW!" I was completely enraged all of a sudden and a strong dislike for men possessed my body.

He comes running in, apron covered in food, hair disheveled. "What happened? Are you okay? Are the

bab—"

"Did you really leave the toilet seat up and THEN forget to flush your piss?!" He jumps at my voice and looks at the toilet with a solemn expression.

"I-I might have, yes," he grimaces. Sidestepping me, he drops the toilet seat and flushes the toilet. He sidesteps me again to wash his hands, giving me a nervous smile the entire time. "But in my defense, I was rushing to make you breakfast in bed before you woke up. So, um, how are you feeling?"

I say nothing for a moment, only giving him the evil eye. "I feel like doing you bodily harm. Any other questions?" He dries his hands quickly and turns to me, holding his hands up gently.

"Are you hungry, I'm making pancakes for you. I can make so—"

I scoff and walk out of the bathroom, leaving him to trail behind me. I sit down on the bed and stare at him.

My anger clears as I take in his distressed face. He looks down at his hands and swallows hard, he looks so sad. I sniffle and look away.

"Are you crying?" He walks closer to me.

"No! I just... I just have allergies."

"Tesoro, what's the matter?" He sits down next to me and pulls me in his arms. The flood gates open and my tears run freely down my face.

"It's these stupid fucking hormones! not only am I getting fat, but I can't go ten minutes without crying or yelling OR VOMITING. And I'm so awful to you! You're cooking for me and I screamed at you," I sob into his shirt, wiping my nose with my hand.

He squeezes me tightly and kisses my forehead, "I'm not complaining, love. You're carrying two miracles right now, I would never hold that against you. Throw things, scream at me, cry all you want, I'm here."

His words only make my cry harder, "stop being so nice to me!"

"That I won't do, I will always treat you like a queen." He pulls back to wipe my tears with his thumbs, holding my face in his hands.

"How many pancakes did you make?" I look at him through blurry vision.

"Plenty for you and the babies," he chuckles and kisses my lips softly.

"I'm a terrible human being," I place kisses all over his face. Trying not to smother him with my growing boobs. Though, he'd probably like it.

"You are not," he pushes me back onto the bed, his head gently resting on my baby bump. He suddenly bolts right up. "Whoa, what the hell?!"

"What, why did you poke my stomach, weirdo?" I sit up with him and rub the side of my belly.

"I didn't poke you! Your stomach moved!" He exclaimed, pointing a finger at my stomach. His eyes were wide as he stared at me.

"Wha—" I felt it again, it was like a reverse poke in the stomach. I looked down and moved my robe partially. And there it was:

A tiny little foot.

"Oh my gosh, Nick, come feel." I press a hand on the tiny foot protruding from my belly, the skin stretching to accommodate the intrusion.

He steps closer and rubs a thumb over the foot just as it moves away, out of sight. He looks up at me and grins. "That's amazing. Does it hurt?"

"Not necessarily hurt, just a little uncomfortable. Okay, that one hurt." I look back down to see two feet on opposite sides protruding from my belly. "Which one was that, huh?" I whisper to them.

"They both kicked at the same time?" Nick had the softest smile on his lips, while rubbing my belly.

"Yeah, there's a hand! I wonder why they're so active right now!" I press my finger to the cute little hand and watch as it goes away.

"Maybe they're hungry, you haven't eaten in a while." He stands up and holds out his hands for me to get up.

Forgetting that my robe was undone, it nearly falls off my body as I stand. I gasped and try to cover myself quickly but Nick had already seen me.

I had to snap my fingers in front of his face to get him to make eye contact with me. "Huh? Oh, I'm sorry... let's uh, let's go and eat you— feed! I mean feed you!" He turns away from me, taking my hand in his and nearly dragging me downstairs.

I clutch my rob together, following him into the kitchen. The sweet and buttery aroma meets my nose, glorious food, time to eat babies.

He mad a spread of all my favorite fruits, taking into account the ones that were nutritious for the babies.

He pulls out my chair, I thank him and drop down into the seat. At 17 weeks, my appetite has grown tremendously. I eat every freaking hour, I have to.

When I don't eat enough or decide to take a nap between meals, I wake up vomiting or have severe nausea. Weight gain be damned, if the munchkins want food, it is food they shall have.

I nearly drown the pancakes in syrup, cutting into them and practically inhaling each of them. He gave me a total of six pancakes, he only had four on his plate.

I was done before him and dug into the fruit: mango, strawberries, blackberries, all of my favorites. "You're too good to me!" I nearly shout as I moan with food in my mouth.

He grins at me, finishing off his plate. "I'm glad you enjoy, love."

I sit back in my seat and pat my round belly. "We did it, kiddos." I soft kick pressed into my hand when I spoke.

I felt my heart flutter at my newfound communication with the twins. I'd been thinking of names, my prediction was two boys. I wanted to hold off on learning the sex of the babies until the birth, though the anticipation was killing me.

"So, I was thinking of Callum and Cassius. Don't look at me like that! I think those are very sophisticated and handsome names for two boys. We can call them Cal and Cass. It's cute." He shakes his head with a smile.

"And if they're both girls?" He sips his tea and looks at me over the rim of the cup.

"Umm... Vanessa and Victoria. What? I like the whole same first letter thing for twins. It's cute!"

"It's so cliche."

"It's cute," I gulp down my water and finally put my last option on the table.

"And I was thinking of— well, if they're a girl and a boy— Dakota and Dominick..."

He suddenly chokes on his tea, making me flinch. "Are you good?" I would get up and pat his back or something but standing up would take ages, he'll be alright.

"You mean Dominick... as in me, Dominick?" His eyes were wide as he stared at me.

I pulled a red grape off of a stem, stared at it, then flicked it at his forehead. "No, your sister Dominick. Yes you!" The grape bounces off of his head and back into the bowl.

He only blinked when the grape hit him, still in shock. "But why?"

"Well, I can't really name him Logan can I? Even if he is his father, cheating is not a legacy to pass down, that's for damn sure. But other than that, you're a good guy. Like the really rare, once in a life time type of good guy. Even if something happens and we don't last, I'd still be appreciative for everything you've done for me." I look away from him and stare at my belly.

I looked up when he got out of his chair and kneeled in front of me, "I don't even know what to say. Thank you for seeing so much good in me. I'll always take care of you, no matter what." He kisses my lips and presses my knuckles to his lips, pecking them softly.

I immediately started tearing up, "you're so sweet!" I tackled him to the ground and squeezed him tight. He fell backward, cackling loudly in my ear.