Hormonal (Bonus) III
Camila's POV
"I hate kids." I finally mumble, staring down at him on his knees before me.
He kisses my calves, working his way up my leg. "Because they're annoying little shits raised by even bigger pieces of shit." He murmurs, kissing up my other leg. The look on his face, promising. "You won't hate your own kid."
He had a point, how could I possibly hate a byproduct of Alejandro and I?
He stands and steps between my parted thighs, and I take the opportunity to begin undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, while his large hands run up and down my thighs. "You're horrible with children." I point out, staring at his chest.
"I'll learn to be better for my own." He says seriously.
Strong hands grasp onto the hem of my dress."You really mean that?" I ask, hesitantly looking up at him as I let him lift my dress over my head.
He nods, throwing the dress somewhere behind him before he pauses and glances at my face, his brows drawing together, his voice growing serious. "You do want to have my baby, yes?"
"No, I do." I sigh, running my hands along the bare strip of skin exposed from his unbuttoned dress shirt. I focus on tracing the indents of muscle on his abdomen, my voice small. "Do you want me to have your baby?"
His fingers slip under the wiring of my bra and his thumbs run along the indents left from my bra. Not only were my hips a little wider, but my bras were getting tighter.
The dumbfounded look on Alejandro's face intensifies as he watches my face. "Are you being serious?"
I nod. "The thought of you carrying my baby..." He breathes, his eyes darting down to my stomach, his chocolate coloured eyes sparkling in amazement and it warms my heart.
Alejandro's chest heaves as he exhales before dropping his head and pushing his face between my breasts, groaning from deep in his throat before placing a chase kiss against each of them. "Cazzo, baby it does things to me." His deep voice is muffled by the skin of my breasts and the vibration of his voice tickles.
I jump slightly, but his words ease some of my worries and I bite down on my bottom lip, burying my fingers into his hair, keeping him there. "Good or bad?"
"Fottutamente fantastico." He grunts as I run my nails through his scalp. (Fucking amazing.)
"veramente?" I ask, meekly. I'd thought he'd be disgusted by it. "You don't find it..." I shift uncomfortably and he lifts his head, looking down at me curiously. "Like... disgusting?" (Really?)
I was going to be growing a baby inside me. It meant swollen ankles, morning sickness, hormone imbalances and everything else.
I once remembered Mamá telling me how papá hadn't even looked her way when she was pregnant with me, saying she was too undesirable.
His smoothes a hand down my stomach and when he looks down between us, I follow his gaze to see the bulge straining his slacks. "Does it look like I'm disgusted?"
I stare down at him and throw my head back with a giggle in relief. "Seriously? That turns you on?"
He also throws his head back, only unlike me, he groans out while his hands find my hips and he steps closer "You're going to be walking around with my baby inside you."
I open my mouth to respond but before I can get a word out, he attacks my neck nipping, kissing and sucking at the skin while I squirm. "I have-" He says into the skin of my neck, "No idea-" His teeth graze and nip my ear, "how I'm gonna-" he kisses a trail from my ear down my neck, "suppress the urge to be inside you every second of every day."
And all my insecurities fade as my confidence kicks back in. "Really?"
"Mhm." The sound of his deep hum is followed by the clanking of his belt. "Like right now."
I smile, my body thrumming with the urge to give in but I stop myself. "Wait." I say, placing my hand hand atop his, stopping him. "We can't just fuck it out. We need to think rationally, I still have some questions and concerns." I say, hating that for once I was being the responsible one.
He doesn't complain like I thought he would, he simply places a kiss on my forehead "Okay, go ahead, I'm listening." He says, moving towards his side of the closet and begins to remove his watch.
I swing my feet and bite my lower lip. "We're not even married, yet. What's Fefe gonna say?"
Alejandro's Nona has been talking about great grand babies since she'd first heard the news about us. But she was a strict Catholic. She wouldn't survive hearing about us having a kid out of wedlock.
"I'll call my guy and have us married within the next hour."
"But I want a wedding." I say as I jump off the counter as Alejandro's eyes stray down to my bra clad breasts as they bounce with the movement.
His tongue peeks out to wet his lower lip, while he absentminded pulls off his dress shirt, tossing it towards the other side of the room. "Then I'll give you a wedding."
I roll my eyes at him and walk over to the pile of clothes, tossing them into the laundry hamper. Alejandro was such a messy person.
"But then it's in-genuine." I pause infront of the full length mirror, my attention going to the sight of myself as I continue. "You haven't even proposed."
I hear him sigh from across the room before I catch his familiar form in the mirror as he walks up behind me, but I focus on the sight of my stomach.
I wasn't showing yet, but it was weird to know that there was currently a little human in there.
One that Alejandro and I made, meaning the little thing was gonna be cute as hell.
I look up when Alejandro's arms come around me, hugging me from behind. He dips his head, crouching to bury his head into the side of neck and I smile at the sight of this large man hugging me like a teddy bear.
His hand comes into my line of vision and I tear my focus from my body clad in nothing but my bra and panties to his palm, where a navy blue box lies. "I was going to wait till later in the week." He murmurs, his elbows resting on my shoulders and his chin atop my head.
His low accented voice fills my ear. "But you'll marry me, yes?"
My eyes light up as he opens the box and when I catch sight of the diamond on the ring, I gasp out. "It's so pretty and shiny." I exclaim, eyeing the intricate detailing on the sides and all the little diamonds on the band.
"I ask you to marry me and that's the first thing you say?" I hear him grumble from behind.
Ignoring him, I reach for the ring, but he holds it out of my reach while a hand grips my neck and he tips my head back so his face can hover over mine. "Tell me you'll you'll marry me and be my wife."
Oh yeah- he was proposing.
I smile up at him sheepishly, dragging my mind away from planning the nail colour combos that would compliment the ring and nod. "Yes."
"Bene." He nods, and the second he slips the ring on my finger, I turn around and jump him with an excited squeal.
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