Mine To Promise: Small town secret baby romance.(Southern Wedding Book 6) (Southern Weddings)
Mine To Promise: Chapter 24

I feel the bed move beside me before I open my eyes. “Where are you going?” I ask her as she walks over to the bathroom door. My eyes are glued to her perfect ass as her hair moves from side to side.

“I’m going to shower before we go and pick up Avery,” she mumbles, looking over her shoulder. “Even though we showered before bed, I’m pretty sure I still smell like sex.”

I laugh, turning on my side and propping my head up with my hand. “Well, we had sex a couple more times after the shower. That could be why.”

She turns to face me, showing me her whole naked body, and my cock, already at half-mast, is now full-blown hard for her. “A couple?” she huffs. “We had sex three times alone during the middle of the night.” She shakes her head. “You’re worse than a teething child in the middle of the night wanting comfort.”

I grip my cock in my hand and toss the covers off me. “I need some comfort now,” I tell her, and she glares at me, which makes me laugh even more because she wants me just as much as I want her. She just doesn’t like to admit it.

“You are going to need to self-soothe,” she tells me, slamming the bathroom door. “And don’t come in here.”

“Fine,” I pout, getting up and looking over at the clock on the bedside table, seeing it’s a bit after eight in the morning. “I’m going to go make coffee.”

“You do that!” she yells, right after I hear the sound of the shower turning on. I grab a pair of shorts and my phone before walking downstairs.

The kitchen is a little bit of a mess, making my cock even harder. After she finished cooking, or maybe in the middle, I remember getting behind her on my knees and tongue-fucking her until she snapped and rode me in the middle of the kitchen floor. “Best omelet I ever had in my life.” I chuckle as I fill the dishwasher right after the coffee is started.

I pull up Sofia’s number and press call. It rings once before she answers. “Well, well, well,” she sings into the phone. “If it isn’t the baby daddy,” she greets, laughing.

“That would be me,” I say. “How is she?”

“She’s amazing,” she gushes, and I can’t help the smile that fills my face. “She’s still in bed. She spoke with your mom last night and was informed that princesses get breakfast in bed, so…”

“Oh my God,” I reply, shaking my head.

“She is taking full advantage of it.” She laughs. “Why are you up?”

“Quick question,” I say, looking over at the stairs to see if I’m still alone. “How hard would it be to take Addison away for a week?” I whisper.

“Away for a week?” Sofia asks me, confused.

“Yeah, I want to take her and Avery to San Francisco,” I fill her in, and she gasps. From the minute she told me it was on her bucket list, I had already started to make plans in my head. But then I knew I had to make sure she could leave work.

“Does she know?” Sofia asks me.

“No, it’s a surprise,” I tell her, looking over my shoulder the whole time. I put the phone to my ear, so she doesn’t hear anything.

“She’s going to freak out,” she states, the excitement already in her voice making me smile even more.

“Yeah, so how would that work?” I ask her as I finish filling the dishwasher.

“I can check the calendar.”

“Okay, that is good.” I’m really hoping I can do this for her. “Please let me know and keep it a secret if you can.”

“Ugh,” Sofia says, “just take her.”

“What?” I ask, shocked.

“Just take her,” she repeats. “I’ll cover for her, and I know the girls would want her to go.”

“Are you sure?” I don’t even know why I bother asking her instead of just hanging up and start the planning.

“Yes,” she assures me, and I can feel the smile on her face. “You better not fuck this up, Stefano, or else.”

“Thank you,” I say to her and quickly hang up. I run up the stairs, two at a time, walking into the bedroom and still hearing the shower going.

I pull up my father’s name and press the green button. “Hey there,” he answers after half a ring.

“I don’t have a lot of time,” I rush out, sitting on the bed, watching the bathroom door. “I’m surprising Addison and Avery and taking them to San Francisco,” I tell him. “Do you think I can get a suite?”

“On it,” he says. “I’ll make the arrangements and send you the confirmation. Today, right?”

“Yeah,” I say, getting up with the nerves filling my body. “I’ve never done this before. I am going to call for a plane.” I look at the bathroom door when I hear the water shut off. “She is coming,” I say in a whisper. “Shit.”

“I’ll take care of everything. All you need to do is get her to the airport,” my father confirms with glee.

“What about clothes and stuff?” I ask him.

“Your mother will have a field day,” he mumbles, “but it’ll all be at the hotel.”

“Okay, text me the details.”

“Will do,” he says and disconnects. At the same time, I hear the handle of the door unlock and the door open.

She walks out wrapped in a white towel, her long hair piled on her head. “That shower was amazing,” she moans. “Why are you here?”

“It’s my bedroom.” I try to act cool, folding my hands over my chest. “Why?”

“What’s wrong?” She just stares at me. “Did Sofia call?” Worry fills her face. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine,” I reassure her. “I just came to ask you if you wanted breakfast in bed.” I come up with an excuse.

“Is that code for you want a blow job?” She folds her arms over her chest.

My eyebrows pinch together. “As much fun as that sounds—” I start, and the phone beeps in my hand, making me look down.

Dad:

Plane will be ready in an hour. Suite booked at the Fairmont.

“I have a surprise for the two of you,” I say. “So how about we table the blow job for tonight?” I wink at her. “Let’s go get our girl so I can get this surprise underway.”

“What kind of surprise?” she asks me and I shake my head.

“It’s not a surprise if I tell you.” I walk to her and bend down to kiss her lips. “I love that you smell like me.” I suck her neck, and she pushes me away.

“You left a hickey on each of my inner thighs,” she grouses, “and my ass.”

“Did I?” I feign ignorance. “I would need to see the evidence before I confess.”

“Oh, I’ll show you,” she says, and when the towel falls, I lick my lips. “You are too much.” She grabs the towel from the floor, putting it in front of herself. “We have to go and get Avery, and I have to run home to get a change of clothes,” she informs me, walking around the room, trying to gather her things.

“What? Why?” I say, watching her slip on the bodysuit.

“I’m not going to do the walk of shame in front of Sofia and Matty,” she huffs, turning to grab her skirt, showing me that the bodysuit is a thong, and I moan out when she bends over.

“You don’t think they will know we spent the night together?” I ask her as she shimmies her hips into the skirt.

“I have no idea, but I won’t help them come to that conclusion. Now, are you going to shower and meet me downstairs?”

“I might need you to wash my back.” I wink at her, striding to the bathroom.

“I think you can do that all on your own like a big boy.” She laughs, walking out of the room.

“I’ll take a rain check for tonight,” I say to the empty room as I quickly shower. I put on a pair of jeans before grabbing a white T-shirt. I slip my sneakers on before grabbing my phone and heading downstairs to the kitchen. I see her wiping down the counter, and she looks up at me. “I made you a coffee to go.” She points over to the thermal cup at the corner of the counter. I walk over to her, turning her to face me before I lean down and kiss her lips. “Thank you,” I say softly.

“You are very welcome,” she replies, putting her hands on my hips. “I’m ready to go when you are.”

“Lead the way,” I say, knowing she is in for the surprise of her life in about forty minutes.

I drive her over to her house, and she quickly changes out of her outfit from last night before turning to me. “What should I wear?”

“Casual,” I tell her, and she nods. Turning back to her closet, she comes back out a couple of minutes later wearing high-waisted, blue-and-white striped shorts, with the sash tied in a bow and a white short-sleeved T-shirt. She slips on her leather flip-flops before walking over to the bathroom, taking her hair out and combing it.

“Ready?” I ask her when she comes back out of the bathroom. She nods and slides her hand in mine as we return to the car to get Avery. She is sitting on the steps with Sofia and Matty.

We get out of the car and can hear Avery clapping her hands. “Momma!” she screams, running down the steps toward Addison, who holds her arms out and picks her up.

“Hi,” she says, leaning forward and kissing her neck. “How are you?”

“I had breakfast in bed,” she says, and Addison looks at Matty and Sofia.

“Your mother-in-law informed her this is what princesses do,” Matty deadpans. “It was fun for everyone,” he says sarcastically.

“Thank you so much,” Addison says. “We really have to have a chat about this royalty thing.”

“Stone called Ryleigh princess once,” Matty remembers, laughing, “she stuck her heel in his toe.”

I nod, laughing at the memory. “Thank God it was off-season.” Then I turn to Avery. “Guess what?” I bend down and kiss her. “I have a surprise for you and Mom.”

“A surprise?” she says with a squeal. “Bye, Aunt Sofia and Uncle Matty.” She princess waves her hand at them.

“We’ve been dismissed,” Matty says, looking at Sofia. “That hurts.”

“I’ll kiss it and make it better,” Sofia soothes.

“Eww.” I cover Avery’s ears. “There is a child.”

“Oh, please.” Sofia gets up. “Have fun with the surprise.” She winks at Addison, who looks at me.

“They know what the surprise is?” she asks me as I move her away from them and toward the car.

“You’ll know soon enough,” I tell her as she puts Avery in her car seat.

“For the record, I hate surprises,” she declares, huffing and walking away from my kiss. “Like hate-hate.” She opens the passenger door.

“Noted,” I tell her right before she gets into the car and slams the door. I laugh and look up toward the sky. “Please let her not freak out.”

I start the car and make my way over to the private airport in the industrial part of town. I pull into the parking lot before turning off the car. “Let’s go,” I urge, getting out of the car before she asks me questions. The chain-link fence shows a hangar with two planes outside. One plane has the stairs down with a rug.

“Where are we?” Addison asks as she looks around.

I get Avery out of her seat. “Look, an airplane.” She points at the plane as I walk around the car and slide my hand into Addison’s.

“What are we doing here?” Addison asks again, her teeth clenched this time as we walk toward the chain-link fence.

“It’s a surprise,” I tell her, holding her hand even tighter when I feel her slip away.

We walk over to the glass door, and I pull it open and step in. The long desk faces us, with the woman standing up and smiling. “Mr. and Mrs. Dimitris?” she questions, and I nod. “Right this way,” she says, turning and walking out of the side door onto the tarmac.

Once we walk outside and head closer to the plane, I look at them. “Surprise,” I say nervously.

“Is that a plane?” Addison asks me, her face filled with shock. “Is this a private plane?” She continues to look at me and then back to the plane. “Are we taking this plane?”

“We are,” I confirm, and she gasps at the same time Avery jumps up and down.

“I never went on a plane,” she says, clapping her hands together. “Momma, did I go on a plane?”

“No,” Addison says, shaking her head, the shock all over her face. “I didn’t pack a bag.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I assure her, once we get to the stairs leading to the plane. “I got it.” I put my hand on her lower back, almost pushing her toward the stairs.

“What do you mean, you got it?” She turns, asking me through clenched teeth. Avery is already on the fourth step.

“It means trust me.” My hands come up to hold her face. “I promise I have you.” My thumbs rub her cheeks.

“I literally have nothing but my purse,” she says, looking at the plane, seeing Avery talking to the attendant, who is squatted down in front of her shaking her hand.

“Everything is being set up at the hotel,” I tell her, and I can feel her start to shake in my hands. “Hey,” I say as she blinks away tears, but one escapes, “why the tears?”

“I can’t afford this,” she whines as if I stabbed her, “this is too much.”

“Baby,” I say softly. “You raised our daughter for four years without a penny. Trust me, I owe you a lot more than a trip.” I lean forward, the need to kiss her stronger than anything I’ve felt.

“But work,” she finally huffs, putting a hand on her forehead.

“Taken care of.” My hands fall from her face. “Let me give you this.” I don’t know if I’m asking her or begging her. “Please,” I beg, “let me do this for the both of you.”