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Kitchen Promises
Book 3
From Bestselling Author
Brooke Cumberland
Blurb
Nothing ever comes easy for Molly Woods.
Faced with past fears, heartache, & limits…
Can she make promises to the one man she can’t get enough of? Can she promise him
forever…?
With new obstacles, Molly must make a decision.
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Drake Stagliano always gets what he wants.
But with a new threat, how far will he go to make sure Molly is his forever?
When new secrets are revealed, Drake must take matters into his own hands.
Can they make forever happen? Or will promises be made that can’t be kept…?
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Kitchen Promises, the final book in the Riverside Trilogy.
Copyright
Copyright © 2013 Brooke Cumberland
The Riverside Trilogy
Book 3
Cover design by Steph’s Cover Design
Literary Editor @ Rogena Mitchell-Jones
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imagination or are used fictitiously to give a sense of authenticity. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is
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DEDICATION
I am dedicating this book to all the stepparents out there!
It isn’t easy co-parenting someone else’s child—
emotionally, mentally, or physically. Being a stepparent means that you chose to love
someone else’s child as your own, and that is the true meaning of love. As a
stepmother to two boys, I understand the struggles of a blended family. So, this book
is for all of you out there!
* * *
It's not the blood you share that makes you a mother...It's the heart you share with one another.
—Patty Rase Hopson
A healthy stepmother knows that some days she's a stagehand, some days she’s the leading lady,
and some days she's the audience, and she plays each role with grace and style.
—Unknown
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
EPILOGUE
Kitchen Promises BONUS SCENE
Books by Brooke Cumberland
About the Author
Acknowledgement
Schedule Signings
Excerpts of Always You & Behind His Lens
PROLOGUE
Molly
My mother used to tell me that there was no such thing as coincidences. Rather, everything
happens for a reason…like some set up plan already made for us from the beginning. My mom wasn’t
overly religious or anything, but she believed in God, and that he had a plan for each and every one of
us. No matter how much you try to fight destiny, fate always comes back to bite us in the ass. Always.
I never once thought much about it until it knocked me right in the face. Or until he knocked
on my door.
Stanley Webber.
The moment I saw Denny’s face…after seventeen years, I knew my mother was right. The
so-called plan that was set up from the beginning…this could not be a coincidence. Rather, a smack
across the face. My past stood right in front of me, waiting for me to deal with it after all this time.
But I couldn’t. And I wouldn’t. I wasn’t going to give him the time of day.
Let’s not forget he just shoulder-patted my biological father…this was way beyond
coincidences. This was someone way up somewhere having a good laugh at how unbelievably
awkward this was. Fate, destiny, coincidence—whatever it was, could fuck off.
Given the circumstances, I wasn’t going to give Denny the pleasure of rattling me. Although,
I originally believed he was behind the notes and paying Ms. Hernandez in the beginning, I would
never trust him.
As I stood in front of them completely beside myself, I took Stella’s hand in mine and made
way to the restroom. There was no way I would ever come clean to Mr. Webber either. My best
option was to stay as far away as possible—from both of them.
Oh god—Drake. How would he handle the news? I’ve already learned what keeping secrets
between us can do, so it’s not as if I wanted to go that route again. Drake meant too much to me, too
much to Stella, and now—the father of our twins.
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1
Molly
“Travis…why? Why did you pull the trigger? Why?” I stood in front of him, pleading for
answers.
“I had to, Molly.” His voice is firm, his eyes dark.
“No…no, you didn’t. You were my friend.” I reach out to him, but my hand goes right
through his transparent body.
“And I loved you, Molly. You didn’t love me.” I reach for him again, moving closer.
“No, I didn’t. But what about Jacob?” He walks backwards…reaching for the gun that’s
tucked in the back of his pants.
“Travis, don’t!” I screamed, but it was too late. The gun went off and everything went
dark.
Dark…
“Travis! No!” I scream.
“Molly!” Drake shook me until my eyes opened. I looked around and saw I was in bed—
sweating and crying. “Are you okay?” he asked, turning the bedside lamp on.
“Yeah, just another nightmare.” I rubbed my belly, soothing myself from the trauma I seemed
to be reliving.
“I’ll get you some juice, baby.” Drake pecked me on the forehead, pulling the sheets back. I
nodded, thankful for how attentive he had been the last four months. Being that some women show
faster in their second pregnancies, and I just happen to be one of them, and the fact that I’m expecting
twins, made me look six months pregnant already.
“Thanks, baby.”
As I watched him leave the room, I remembered the nightmare that I was having. They
started two months ago out of nowhere. At first, I pegged them as part of being pregnant, but now it
was just getting ridiculous. I thought after hearing how sick Travis was, it would give me closure—
that it wasn’t my fault, and that I couldn’t have saved him—but it hadn’t. I still felt guilty…sad…and
that I failed him as a friend. How did I not notice? How did I let him fall for me so hard that I never
saw it coming? I knew the burning questions in my head were making me insane, but add the
hormones, mood-swings, and body aches—total hot mess.
I overanalyzed everything between Travis and me over the past year. We kept meeting in the
oddest of places before he showed up at my internship. Then, in a heated moment, I gave in and
kissed him. I hated myself for doing that, but I was curious. I hadn’t realized how bad I would hurt
everyone—I should’ve known, but I was dumb, naïve, and made a bad choice—that now continues to
haunt me in my sleep. Part of me knows why I kissed Travis that day. I was torn—I was in love with
Drake, but there was chemistry between Travis and me. Before Drake, I hadn’t dated, or even kissed
a man, in four years…then out of nowhere, two men fall for me. I was confused…
“Here you go, sweetie. I brought juice and cookies.” He smiled, handing me the glass.
“Oh my god, Oreos! Are you trying to make me fatter? I can’t eat that crap!”
“Baby, I’m sorry. I thought you’d like a midnight snack to help you fall back asleep.” He
jerked the bag of cookies back, looking like a scared puppy.
“No, the only thing that will help me sleep is getting Travis out of my damn head!” I snapped
unwillingly.
I told Drake about the dreams since the first night I woke up screaming. Didn’t happen very
often in the beginning, but now they seemed to be happening every few nights. It’s quite exhausting.
“Oh god,” I cried. “I’m so sorry I yelled like that.” I covered my face with my hands, letting
the tears fall out. Ugh, I hated this part of pregnancy.
“It’s okay. Whatever you want, Molly. I’ll get it…or won’t get it…or whatever you need!”
“You’re going to get sick of me, I just know it.”
If I weren’t a blubbering mess, even I’d want to laugh at myself. God, I couldn’t even control
my damn emotions anymore.
I eventually fell back asleep in Drake’s comforting arms. No matter how many outbursts I
had, he never left my side. If I thought Drake was overprotective before—I really hadn’t known how
he would be when he found out I was carrying his child.
* * *
You know that moment when life feels frozen in time and nothing seems real? Or rather, you
have an out of body experience, and it’s as if you were watching the moment happen from above?
That was exactly how I felt the moment my life changed. It was as if I were watching the
whole thing instead of experiencing it first hand. It was as if it were in slow motion—happening right
in front of me.
That was exactly how I felt the moment Drake kneeled in front of me. I hadn’t been prepared
for this. One minute I’m peeing on a stick, finding out I’m pregnant, and the next—Drake’s proposing.
“Molly?” Drake smirked, still waiting for my answer. God, he looked so damn handsome.
The way his hair rustled in the wind and his dark eyes looking hopeful up at me; he was
breathtaking. I still wondered why a man like him chased after a girl like me.
He had no idea how happy he was making me in that moment. The fact that he wanted to
marry me—for me. He didn’t even know I was expecting yet, unlike the last time a man knelt in
front of me. I knew Liam loved me, but we were young. We never would’ve been engaged had I not
been pregnant with Stella.
My hand covered my mouth in shock, unable to answer him. The moment brought so many
memories back, so many unwanted memories of Liam and then the pain rushed in—the pain of
losing him—the pain of thinking I had lost Drake when he was shot.
Perhaps it was the news of finding out I was expecting, or the hormones, but I started
crying uncontrollably. I was so embarrassed that I spun around so Drake wouldn’t see me.
I felt him come behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his nose
into my neck.
“Baby, I’m sorry if I rushed—” His hands stopped on my stomach, feeling the bloat that
was making my stomach swell already. I froze in place as his warm hands touched me, rubbing
over my barely-there bump. His lips softly kissed under my ear and down my neck.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
I slowly spun around and faced him. His expression was a mix of worry and lust. I smiled
at him as I rubbed a hand on his cheek.
“Yes. I want to marry you.”
His eyes lit up as they searched mine.
“Are you sure? I mean—”
I hated that I made him feel doubt with my mental breakdown. “I am so sure.” And I was.
I had never wanted anything more. “I—I was just not expecting that.”
He nodded as if he understood and cupped my face with both hands. He leaned down and
softly pecked my lips, bringing our foreheads together.
“I will do anything to make you happy, Future Mrs. Stagliano.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.”
“I’m glad.” He smiled with his hands still on my cheeks.
“I do have a confession,” I said softly. Before I could continue, a loud bang sounded in
the sky, jerking my attention away from Drake. I glued my eyes above and saw three fireworks
blasting in the air.
“Oh my god, what did you do?”
“Did you really think I’d propose to my girl without a dramatic grand finale?” Yeah, I
should’ve figured.
“You never cease to amaze me.” I blushed, looking into his bright brown eyes that were
no longer dark and intense like the first time I met him.
“Now you can have a lifetime of amazing.” He grinned, lowering his lips down to kiss me
once more.
“There is something you should know, though.” I broke the kiss, chewing my bottom lip
as the nerves overcame me. I planted my hand back on my stomach and looked down, hoping he’d
see where I was leading the conversation.
“Getting cold feet already?” he teased nervously. I shook my head at him, moving back
as I gave him a better view of what I was rubbing.
“No, never. But…it looks like you’re getting a new title soon besides ‘husband.’” His
eyes widened, finally getting what I was trying to tell him. “I’m pregnant.”
“What? Really?” he gasped. “Oh my god, that’s amazing!” His smile reached his eyes as
he engulfed me in a hug.
I was pleasantly surprised at his reaction. We hadn’t talked about having kids together,
and honestly, I didn’t even know if he wanted any of his own. I was prepared for at least a little
shock—maybe even a little anger. Given that I was on the pill, I was worried he would’ve thought
I did it on purpose.
“Yes, really!” He pulled back and covered my face in his hands, burying me in his kisses.
As more fireworks blasted in the night sky, he continued kissing and worshiping my mouth.
Besides the birth of Stella, that was the best moment of my life. Knowing we were becoming
a family and building our future together was something I never thought possible. When Liam died, I
thought that was it—that I’d never have a family or a happily ever after, but now I was convinced
otherwise.
“Stella!” I yelled from my bed, already needing assistance.
“Yes, mommy?” She wore a bright smile as she skipped to my side.
“Can you help mommy up? I’m stuck.” I made a pouty face at her, making her laugh. It had
been so long since I had been pregnant that I forgot what it felt like to feel like a million pounds. Not
only was I carrying two babies, but it was as if the swelling showed up out of nowhere. I was
bloated, swelled up like a penguin, and achy—oh, the joys of pregnancy.
She grabbed my hand with both of hers and yanked me as hard as she could and gave me just
enough lift to help me off the bed.
“Thanks, baby.”
“Are you going to have those babies soon, Mom?” She looked up at me in sweet innocence.
We had the baby talk about two months ago when we started telling people, explaining to her that we
were having a baby, and that she and Liam would be a big brother and a big sister.
“I knew it.” She folded her hands across her chest, not acting surprised at all.
“What do you mean you ‘knew it?’” I asked, stunned that my five-year-old acted like a
thirty-year-old woman.
“I told you I wished for one.”
“Yeah, me too,” Liam chimed in.
“You think I’m having a baby because you both wished for one?” I asked, humoring
myself. “Well…what if I told you I’m having twins?”
Stella and Liam’s faces lit up as they slapped high fives. Part of me—the curious part—
actually wanted to believe it was their wishes that made this come true—but the skeptical part knew
better. No, it was just a coincidence. But I don’t believe in coincidences…so, what? Was this all part
of my life plan, after all?
“Mommy, how are you getting those babies out of there?” she asked as I waddled my way to
the closet. My eyes grew big, knowing that I’d have to have this talk with her soon, but I wasn’t
prepared to do it now—I hadn’t figured out how I would explain the whole birthing cycle yet.
“Well…” I choked, trying to stall as long as possible. I grabbed a shirt from the hanger,
buying me more time as I slid it on.
“Did you eat watermelon seeds? Is that how they got in there? Mackenzie said that’s how her
mommy had her brother.” Oh, yes…great and informative Mackenzie.
Not wanting to have this talk before my morning coffee, I lied. “Yes, that’s exactly how they
got in there. And then when they’re nice and ripe, they’ll come right out of mommy’s tummy.”
The smile on her face told me she was satisfied as she skipped out of the room and down the
hall.
I was only four and a half months along, but I was huge already. I didn’t start to show this
early with Stella, but carrying two, I knew this pregnancy would be completely different.
I had been super tired lately. I was hoping the second trimester energy boost would’ve taken
effect already, but if anything, it had gotten worse. I couldn’t sleep at night without nightmares of
Travis, I couldn’t get comfortable, and I couldn’t get the image of seeing Stanley with Denny out of
my mind.
“Lay down, Mama,” Michael chimed in, waltzing into my room with a tray. “I made
breakfast.” I watched as he placed the tray on the bed—set with eggs, toast, orange juice, and a
banana.
I waddled from the closet back down to the bed. “This is so sweet, thank you.” I started
crying uncontrollably out of nowhere.
“Baby girl?” Michael asked, raising his eyebrow.
“I’m sorry,” I cried out. “These damn pregnancy hormones make me cry over everything.”
“Over breakfast?” He chuckled, amused.
“No, you big jerk!” I laughed. “The gesture. The way you always take care of me. It’s just…
so sweet.”
“I love you, baby girl. I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed me on the forehead and
stroked my hair. “However, pregnant Molly is a bit dramatic,” he teased.
I sniffed and got myself together. “Thank you,” I said softly, taking the tray over my lap.
“You’re welcome. Now get some rest. I’ll take the kids to school.”
“You know, I can still do things!” I yelled out sarcastically.
“I know. Just not as fast as I can!” he yelled back with amusement. Damn, he was right. I had
been off my game lately.
I didn’t have to work until the afternoon, so I enjoyed my breakfast in bed. I was trying to eat
healthy, moderate meals, but it was as if my body was working overtime. Always wanting to sleep
and eat. Didn’t really help that I worked on my feet and around food all day.
Drake walked in wrapped in only a towel. The toast I was bringing to my mouth suddenly
dropped from my fingers as my eyes roamed over his perfectly toned body. My eyes followed down
to his perfect V that went just below the towel.
“Breakfast in bed and a show? I’m one lucky gal,” I teased, leaning back against the
headboard enjoying the view.
“Someone sounds like they are feeling better.” He smiled.
“Well, I for sure am now.”
“Really? Well, perhaps I should take advantage of that.” He grinned, slowly unwrapping the
towel from around his waist. I smirked as I watched him tease me, putting on a show as he finally
released the towel. I watched it fall to the ground. I let my eyes wander up and down his body—
appreciating every single chiseled curve of muscle.
“It’s not nice to tease,” I reminded him. “You better put out or get out.”
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he quipped, laughing. “I can’t decide if I love or hate
your pregnancy hormones.” He grinned. It was true—I had a love/hate relationship with them as well.
On top of always wanting to sleep and eat, I also wanted sex—all the time. Not that Drake minded,
but some days, I was all over the place. I felt like I had no control over them. They were beginning to
drive me mad.
“Can you be a little late for work today?” I asked, placing the tray of food on the bedside
table. I didn’t take my eyes off him as I watched him walk over to the bed. “I’d hate for you to get into
trouble.” I grinned.
“I could probably weasel my way out of it with the boss.”
“You are the boss.”
“I know.” And with that, he made his way on top of me, brushing the covers off. “I think I
can spare a few minutes…” He pressed his lips across my jaw, slowly moving to my neck. He bit it
gently, making a moan escape my mouth at his touch and eagerness. “…for you.”
His hands slid up my sides, taking my shirt up with them. I arched my neck to the side, giving
him better access as the sensations riveted through me.
I reached down, pressing him harder into me. I felt his hardness against me, making me
desperate and needy for him.
The hormones made my body respond to him so much more—not that I didn’t before—but it
was magnified. It was intensified, and I felt desperate to have him.
“Screw the foreplay. I need to have you right now,” I demanded, pushing his body harder
against mine.
“Such a romantic, aren’t you?” I could feel him smiling against my neck as he continued
softly kissing.
“I mean it. I’m going to explode,” I breathed out rapidly. Just his touch could undo me
completely.
“Alright, hold on, baby.” He lowered his body and in one swift motion, slid my panties
down. I wasn’t looking for romance right now. I needed him just as much as I needed to breathe.
I threw my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. It was still weird seeing my body
naked with the way it was changing so fast, but it was also a constant reminder of the love Drake and
I shared.
Instead of pressing into me like I wanted him to, he tenderly laid kisses over my stomach and
in between my breasts. He was torturing me. He knew it, too. I was practically grinding against him,
yet he refused to give in.
“Baby, please,” I moaned out desperately.
“I can’t help it. You are just so beautiful. You have the most beautiful pregnant glow.” He
continued to lay kisses around my bump, slowly, taking his time.
“That’s great,” I huffed, cupping his face up to look at me. “I’m going to handcuff you to this
bed and straddle you if you don’t—”
He forced two fingers inside me before I could finish what I was saying. I moaned loudly at
the surprise sensation, arching my hips up to greet his fingers.
“You’re feisty when you’re desperate.” He laughed as he worked his fingers in and out of
me, hitting the perfect spot over and over.
I ignored him and grabbed the bedrail behind me, arching my body up to him as I needed and
wanted to feel him inside me.
“How badly do you need it, baby?” Drake whispered with a hint of humor in his voice.
“You know how badly,” I snapped, unable to open my eyes. Still, I could hear the
amusement in his tone. He enjoyed torturing me and secretly loved it.
“Say it,” he demanded, pressing harder into me, twisting his wrist, and practically taking all
the air out of my lungs. “Say what you need, baby.”
“I need you! I need you inside, right now. God, I swear, I’ll do anything,” I pleaded, willing
to do just about anything to get what I wanted from him.
“Anything for my sweet girl,” he hummed, lowering his lips to where his fingers were. He
sucked hard, leaving no time for me to retaliate. My back arched, enjoying the sensations that released
inside of me. My body shivered with pleasure, unable to control my own breathing as I moaned out.
He lifted his head and covered my body with his. I watched as he licked his fingers, moaning
out pleasurable sounds.
“Keep your hands up,” he ordered. I continued hanging onto the bedrail, tightening my grip
as he finally pushed himself into me. The feeling was overwhelming as I took him all in, finally
feeling full and satisfied.
He leaned down and kissed me gently as he rocked his hips into me. His breathing quickened
as the air blew over my lips. His mouth wandered to my ear, blowing and licking over my lobe,
making it harder to leave my hands up. I wanted to dig my nails into him and drive him insane as much
as he was doing to me. He lowered his hand and cupped my breast, squeezing gently. I screamed out
his name, pushing my breast into his hand urgently, desperately needing the release.
He lowered his face and took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my peaked nipple.
He grabbed one leg and placed it on top of his shoulder, allowing him to get deeper inside me. That
was enough to set me off. I screamed out, not holding back as I greeted his hips with mine, soaking up
every pleasurable second.
It wasn’t long before Drake did the same, milking his own release as he grinded into me. He
lay on top of me as we both tried to get ahold of our breathing, panting into each other.
“Well, if this wasn’t the best morning I’ve ever had—breakfast in bed and sex all before my
shower.” I grinned. My legs felt like jelly as all my muscles were stretched and aching.
“Glad to be of service.” His voice was filled with amusement. I’ve been like this for the
past few months—needing sex on demand. I felt bad, as if I were using him, but I figured it wasn’t
much different from before I got pregnant.
“Must be horrible for you, always needing to fulfill my needs, and all.” I stroked his back
with my fingertips as he continued lying on top of me.
“It’s not always easy being the boss. Sometimes I have to do the dirty work.” I could feel his
smile against my chest as we bantered.
“Oh, you poor thing. I almost feel sorry for you.” I rolled my eyes.
He kissed me lightly on the lips before rolling off the bed. I just watched as he walked to the
bathroom. I listened as the shower started and steam began filling the room.
“Come on, let’s shower together.” He smiled, holding his hand out for me.
“Definitely the best morning ever.” I grinned, taking his hand in mind as I followed him in.
And it was the best shower ever.
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2
Drake
Watching Molly unravel beneath me is by far the sexiest thing on Earth. The way her eyes
rolled in the back of her head, and the way she sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth, undoes me
every time. The way she moaned and screamed through the pleasure gave me a high. I loved hearing
her little voice scream out my name as she clawed at the bedrails. I loved everything about her—
pregnancy hormones and all.
The day we went to her first ultrasound is a day I’ll never forget. Molly was only eight
weeks along, but they were easily able to determine that she was carrying twins.
“Are you sure? I mean, maybe it’s just one big sack?” I asked, sweating nervously.
I heard the ultrasound technician chuckle. “Yes, I’m sure. There are two heartbeats.” She
pointed to the bottom of the screen where the heartbeats were being recorded and turned up the
volume. I heard two fast beating pulses, strong and perfect.
I never before felt scared, nervous, and happy all at once. The way Molly’s face lit up as
she watched the screen made everything worth it—the struggles, the pain, being shot—all worth it
for this very moment.
Since the beginning when we found out, Molly’s moods have been all over the place. I knew
she couldn’t help it, and mostly I just tried not to laugh when she has her outbursts because it’s just the
cutest thing ever, but deep down I knew she had a hard time with it. She didn’t like not having control
over her emotions. She was used to everything being a certain way and on schedule.
There have been countless nights where she woke me up and demanded sex. Typically, I
wouldn’t mind, but after a while, it was becoming routine. I loved her, so I wanted to please her, but
between the cravings, random horny moments, and crying, I didn’t know how much longer I’d last
through this pregnancy—and she still had 4 months to go…
As Molly got dressed after our shower, I just stood in the doorway and watched. She was so
stunning, so beautiful, and she didn’t even realize it. I think she knew she was pretty, but to me, she
was simply gorgeous. And seeing her with a swollen belly made her even more beautiful—if that
were possible. The way her shirt lay over her stomach with just enough fabric to cover made me
anxious for our babies to be here. I knew she had a while to go yet and that she’d get much bigger, but
I was definitely enjoying the journey of watching her grow.
“How late do you have to work tonight?” I asked as she buttoned up her chef’s coat. I didn’t
want her working anymore so she could take care of herself, but she insisted.
“Blakely and I both close,” she said, smoothing her hands over the coat, ridding all the
wrinkles. After everything that happened with Nikos, I made sure the hiring process was much more
in depth with screening applicants. I wasn’t going to allow another Nikos in my restaurant.
“Please take it easy,” I begged. Although I knew Molly could still work while being
pregnant, and that many other women do too, it still made me nervous knowing hot stoves, ovens, and
sharp objects surrounded her. And knowing how clumsy she could be, it made for a not-so-pretty
picture in my head.
“I will, don’t worry. Colin and Blakely don’t let me do much anyway.” I liked Colin. Good
chef, good worker, and best of all, wasn’t into my girl. Last I heard from Molly, Blakely was trying to
dig her nails into Colin, and he wasn’t pushing away.
“Good.” I smiled. “Well, I’m off to work. Don’t want to be much later, or the boss will ring
my neck,” I joked.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her lightly, and then knelt
down to kiss her belly. “Be good for mommy.” I smiled. There had been a few instances where the
smells of certain foods at work have made her sick and she’s had to leave early. I knew she hated it
and wanted to do her part instead of having everyone else work extra hard to compensate for her.
“Yeah, you tell ’em, babe. Baby A is jammed up my ribcage.” She chuckled, but was
serious. “And Baby B is somewhere in the other rib.”
“Well, soon enough, they’ll be here,” I reminded her. I stood back up and kissed her once
more. “I’ll come down and visit you when I’m done at the office.”
“Okay. Love you,” she called as I began walking down the hallway.
“Love you three!”
As I walked down the hall to the staircase, I paused in front of the nursery. It wasn’t set up
yet, but Molly was having a blast designing it. Michael insisted on being the decorator, making sure it
was all set up and designed perfectly. I had no idea of all the small details that went into having a
baby. I especially didn’t know how much work went into getting the nursery ready. I figured a crib,
some clothes, and diapers. However, Michael informed me of how wrong I was.
We had looked at baby cribs and everything else we’d need—bassinets, swings, bouncers,
changing tables, dressers, clothes, toys, diapers—the list seemed endless. There was still a lot left to
plan and get ready, but as long as Molly was happy with it, I was happy.
Stella and Liam took the news amazing. I knew they would, but now that we were in the
planning process, they were over the top excited. Violet agreed to let me have Liam twice a week and
every other weekend now that she was living in Chicago with Stanley. I’d pick him up from school
Mondays and Wednesdays. Then, I’d pick him up Saturday morning on my weekends. I loved having
him in my life, regardless of the fact that I had to share him with his mother; I was just happy to be
given a second chance at being his dad.
Having Liam in my life made me extra excited about the twins coming. I hadn’t known I even
wanted to be a dad until the day I found out about Liam. When I heard about Violet’s secret, I was
determined to have my son in my life. The visions of baseball games, movie nights, and birthday
parties flooded my mind the entire year I searched for them. My dad and I didn’t have that kind of
relationship; we never bonded like that. He was a good dad in that he provided for me and taught me
what I know now, but I really felt that I missed that in my childhood. I was never going to let any of
my children grow up with a dad like that. I wanted to give them everything they deserved and more.
* * *
I walked to my office feeling great. I loved that Molly was working just floors below me.
Not that she needed to be watched, but if anything happened to her, I wouldn’t be far away.
“Your messages, Mr. Stagliano.” My assistant walked in and set a handful of notes down on
my desk.
“Thank you, Carla.”
As I scanned through them, I saw an interesting one catch my eye. Stanley Webber. What did
he want? I only spoke to him if it pertained to Liam, and usually, Violet would text or call me if it
were important.
It was weird knowing Molly’s secret about Stanley. I knew she didn’t want to tell him or
anyone else for that matter, but a part of me felt like she should. Perhaps it was because Stanley was a
good man, and maybe I thought he deserved to know, but it was Molly’s decision, and I’d never force
her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Stanley was good to Liam, so for now, that’s all that
mattered.
I decided to ignore it for now and catch up on my emails. Things have been crazy busy
lately, the holidays approaching soon and the restaurant expanding. I’d have to hire another chef to
cover the expansion and another to cover Molly when she goes on maternity leave. If I had my way,
she would stay home and never go back to work at all. But I knew it was important to her, so I never
pushed the subject too much.
I worked on my computer through the morning, catching up on financial statements and
documents when an eager knock startled me. “Yes?” I called out.
“Mr. Stagliano, there’s a Mr. Webber here. He says it’s urgent.” Her eyes were fierce letting
me know she was uncomfortable with him just showing up. She had worked for me for many years
now, so I was accustomed to her facial expressions.
“Sure, let him in.” I waved in my direction. I stacked the paperwork on my desk and put it in
one neat pile. I watched as she escorted him in and offered a beverage. He denied and thanked her
kindly. She closed the door quietly as Stanley walked toward my desk. “Come, sit down,” I ordered,
motioning to the chair.
“I apologize for just showing up, Drake, but I wanted to catch you before you left for lunch.”
He sat down across from me.
“Is everything okay? Is Liam alright?” I asked.
“Oh yes, he’s fine. Nothing like that. I’m actually here on business.”
“What is it?” I crossed my arms, looking intently at him.
“I’m hoping you’d be willing to help me out with something.”
“Go on.” I nodded.
“I have a new business partner, and I want to host a welcome event into my company. I was
hoping to be able to do it here at the Riverside, keep it low profile until his partnership is
announced.”
“I’m sure we could work something out. You don’t want to use one of your hotels?” I asked
curiously.
“Well, the ones in the city I have are all booked for holiday events coming up, and I wanted
to do this in a few weeks, if possible.”
It seemed odd to me, but Stanley was a nice enough guy, so I decided to go along with it.
“I’m sure we can plan something on short notice. What kind of things are you looking to do?”
I grabbed a notepad and pen to write some notes down. I’d have my assistant book the hall and get
everything ready.
“Something on the casual side, but nice. More like a meet and greet.”
“Do you want the caterers?”
“Yeah, I was thinking a sit down event; we’ll eat, and have a couple speeches, just
something to welcome him into my company. Mostly businessmen will be there networking.” I
nodded as I wrote it all down. It sounded simple enough. It was always good to network with other
financial experts and hotel owners. Stanley was very professional on the outside, but I’ve gotten to
know his soft side around Liam.
“Great, I think I’ve got it all. I’ll give this to my assistant and see when she can squeeze it
in.” I smiled, setting the pen down. We both stood up and shook hands. “I’ll be in touch.”
“Thanks, Drake. Appreciate it.” He nodded back at me and turned to leave. I ripped the
sheet off the pad and called for my assistant.
* * *
“How are you going to pull that off in only a few weeks?” Molly asked, rinsing potatoes in
the sink. I had just finished telling her about my meeting with Stanley. She hadn’t said too much about
him since she confessed the truth about him, but I guess there really wasn’t much for her to say about
him. She didn’t know him. She didn’t want to get to know him, and whenever he was with Violet
dropping Liam off, she would be sweet, but guarded. I always felt it was her way of keeping her
distance, not wanting to get too close.
“It’s small, nothing too big. Plus, I think Stanley wants to enjoy the evening rather than
always feeling like he’s at work.”
“That’s nice of you,” she said in a surprised tone.
“Aren’t I always?” I answered with an amused grin. I stood behind her, nuzzling my face in
the nape of her neck.
“Well, it’s better than Violet showing up at your office…again.” She tensed. I blew air over
her ear and nipped it with my mouth. Her body relaxed and shivered underneath me, making me grin
at how easily her body reacts to me.
“Stop it. I’m trying to make dinner.” She giggled, pushing her neck down.
“Yes, please stop it. I don’t want to throw up before I even get a chance to eat,” Michael
interrupted, making a gagging sound.
“Oh, like you’re any better?” Molly fired back. “I swear, I walk in on you and Trey one
more time—”
“Hey,” he interrupted, putting his hands up in surrender. “No one told you to walk in. Ever
hear of knocking?”
“Ever hear of shut the hell up?” She made a face at him and swatted him with the wood
spoon in her hand.
“Alright, you two. Play nice,” I interjected. I backed away to let them bicker it out.
Michael’s boyfriend, Trey, had been coming over a lot more recently. Michael finally decided to
settle down and date. Molly liked him, but lately she was a little edgy about it. Personally, I think it
was because she was jealous of all the time Michael spent with him instead of her. And add that to
the pregnancy hormones, you had one emotional recipe for disaster.
On top of planning Stanley’s event, I wanted to surprise Molly with an engagement party
soon. She hadn’t mentioned a lot about the wedding with focusing on the babies and work, so I
thought I’d do all the organizing of getting a party together. We’ve been engaged five months now, so I
figured we needed to do it soon.
Christmas was coming up, so I thought a holiday engagement party would be the route to go.
I had a party planner already on top of it. I didn’t want Molly to stress about it—and I knew she
would—so I didn’t plan to tell her until the night of. Risky, yes. But in my experience, it was better to
ask for forgiveness than to get permission. So a party was in the works.
I set the table and called for Stella to come down. Michael and Molly were still teasing each
other in the kitchen, so I sat at the table with Stella.
“So how was your day, sweetie?” I asked, pouring her a cup of milk. She shrugged, not
looking up from the table. “What’s wrong?”
“First grade is hard,” she pouted.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. Anything I can help with?”
“Can I bring gum to school?” She looked up bright-eyed.
“Gum? I don’t think you’re supposed to have gum in school, are you?”
“It’s not for chewing,” she informed.
Confused, I asked, “Okay…what’s it for?”
“It’s a secret.”
“You can trust me, I promise.” I crossed my arms on the table, leaned my head on top, and
gave a wink.
“I want to give it to someone.” She smiled, almost blushing.
“Who?” I asked curiously, leaning back up to take a drink of my water.
“My boyfriend,” she answered bluntly. Shocked, water spat out of my mouth and nose. She
laughed as I covered my face.
“Your what?” Molly interjected, dropping a pan in the middle of the table. “Did you just say
boyfriend?” She placed a hand on her hip, raising her eyebrows.
“And the fun begins,” Michael muttered, taking a seat across from me. He chuckled as he
saw Molly’s scowl.
“You, young lady,” Molly said, pointing a finger at Stella, “are not allowed to date nor have
boyfriends until you’re thirty, you hear me?”
Stella giggled.
“Thirty? Girl, please,” Michael snorted. He reached across the table and grabbed a scoop of
casserole.
“She’s gonna need a tracking device.” I chuckled.
“You better get a chastity belt on her,” Michael continued.
“Oh my god! Stop it, you two!” Molly snapped back. “I mean it. There will be no talk of
boyfriends!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. It was innocent teasing, but I could tell it was really starting to
bother her. On top of already being emotional, she was having a hard time letting go. Stella was her
first baby and had been the center of her attention for five years, and now here Stella was already
acting grown up.
“Okay, no more teasing,” I promised. I put my hand over my heart and crossed it so she
knew I meant it.
“So…” Michael began. I could tell he was trying to come up with a better topic. “Have you
guys given any thought on the wedding? I mean, are you going to set a date sometime soon? I’d really
like to get planning.” He stabbed a piece of chicken with his fork and popped it in his mouth.
“You’re planning it, huh?” I asked amused.
“Well, you want it to kick ass, right?” Michael raised an eyebrow, grinning.
“I’m not really sure, Michael,” Molly interrupted. “With the babies, it just makes more sense
to wait, don’t you think?” She turned to look at me. I hadn’t really wanted to wait that long, but I
could definitely see her point.
“Whatever you want, baby. We could wait until after the babies are here.”
She smiled and took a sip of her water. “I mean, unless you just want to elope,” she teased.
Honestly, I could care less what route we took. Of course, I wanted it to be special for us, but I just
wanted to make her mine. I wanted to call her my wife. I wanted to stamp my initials in her to keep
any wandering eyes off her.
“Hey, Elvis could marry us Vegas-style, for all I care.” I smiled back at her. I grabbed her
hand in mine and brought it to my lips.
“Oh gross,” Michael groaned, ruining our moment. “I will not allow you two to get married
by Elvis. Absolutely not. Hell will freeze over before that happens.”
“And why is that, Michael?” Molly snapped. “If I want Elvis to marry me, I will.”
“Unless Elvis himself resurrects from his grave, I can’t let you do it.” I watched as Molly
rolled her eyes and stabbed another piece of chicken.
“Hell!” Stella screamed, jerking all of our attention toward her.
“Excuse you, young lady?” Molly narrowed her eyes.
“Michael said it first.” Her body lowers in the chair.
Molly slowly turned her attention toward Michael. “Nice going.”
Michael busted out laughing as Molly cringed. “I teach her all my best qualities, remember?
She’ll have a great sense of fashion, and a foul mouth. Get used to it, babe.”
“You are no help,” she growled.
The rest of our evening was spent listening to Michael test Molly’s limits. Apparently,
Michael had a death wish. I just sat there, shaking my head as Michael dug his own grave. But I knew
they had a relationship I would never understand. Whatever works for them…
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3
Molly
Drake left early for work the following morning, leaving me alone for a few hours before I
had to go into work. I enjoyed working the later shift, giving me enough time to get through my nausea
and morning sickness. Not only that, it gave me some peace and quiet time.
“Damn, you swallow a watermelon?” Michael walked into my room, raising an eyebrow as
his eyes roamed my belly.
Apparently, quiet time is over.
“Two actually.”
“I don’t envy you, that’s for sure. Just the thought of how those babies are getting out makes
my balls hurt.” He made a pained face, which made me laugh.
“That’s exactly why men could never go through labor. You’re all a bunch of babies.”
“Oh, is that so? You think women are the only ones that could stand the pain?” he retorted.
He sat on the bed next to me, causing the bed to dip.
I moved closer to him and twisted his nipple. “Ow, oh my god!” he squealed.
“Case in point.”
“That’s not fair. That’s sensitive,” he whined, rubbing over his chest.
“And my vag isn’t? Please, men could never handle it.”
He rolled his eyes, not willing to argue with my raging hormones.
“You’re lucky I love you.” He grinned.
“Or what?”
“Or I wouldn’t—” He grabbed my hips and started tickling me uncontrollably.
“Michael, stop!” I squealed.
“Never! Let’s see how much you can handle! Mwahaha!”
“You’re an evil man! Stop! I’m gonna pee my pants!” I screamed back, wiggling out of his
grasp. “Seriously, I think I leaked!”
Michael finally stopped, but he couldn’t contain his laughter. I swatted at him as I clenched
my thighs together, waddling to the bathroom.
“Sorry, babes. But…I still have it,” he gloated, brushing his hands together.
“Don’t be so sure. I’ll retaliate when you least expect it,” I threatened, pointing a finger at
him. Michael and I use to get into tickle fights back in high school, and because he was bigger and
stronger than I was, he’d pin me down and always win. Then he’d hold me down and make a spit
bubble until I cried out, “Michael’s the greatest!” Oh yes, he had it coming to him big time now.
Michael was like a brother to me. He was my best friend, but he was more than that. He was
my gay soul mate—if there was such a thing—but it was true. He was my other half in being the
perfect best friend.
As I walked out of the bathroom, Michael continued, “Maybe if I tickle you enough, your
water will break.”
“That’s gross. Plus, I don’t want it to break for like 4 months yet.” I walked back to the bed
and lay down.
“Okay, fine. We’ll renegotiate in four months,” he teased, grinning.
“Whatever.” I made a face at him. “Now, go away. You’re interrupting my quiet time.”
“Fine. I guess you don’t have much of that left.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead.
As I watched him walk away, his words roamed in my head. He was right—I didn’t have a
lot of time. And yet, it felt like it was taking forever.
I decided I would just lay in bed, enjoying every solid second until I had to shower for
work. This pregnancy was sucking all the energy out of me. I was always tired and had absolutely no
motivation to do anything.
* * *
As I walked through the kitchen doors at work, I spotted Blakely right away. “Well, well,
well. Look what the cat dragged in,” Blakely groaned, rolling her eyes at me.
“I’m so glad we’re best friends,” I quipped, grabbing my apron and chef’s hat. “I mean, who
else could I booby punch and get away with it?” Before she could react, I quickly squeezed her boob
and laughed. “Damn, those things feel like water balloons.”
“You’re so lucky you’re pregnant right now, otherwise…”
“Otherwise, what? There’d be some girl on girl action?” Colin interrupted. He had a smug
look on his face as he casually leaned up against one of the counters.
“You wish.” Blakely laughed. “If, and that’s a big if, I were to do any girl on girl action, it
wouldn’t be with Molly.”
“Hey, I take offense to that.” I stuck my tongue out. “And you’d be lucky to have me.” I
laughed. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
“And all before I’ve had my afternoon Red Bull,” Blakely groans.
“So anyway,” Colin said slowly, moving his eyes between Blakely and I. “Time to get ready
for the dinner rush.”
“I think you’ve made Colin uncomfortable.” I chuckled, nudging Blakely as I walked passed
her.
“That’s not the only thing I’ve made him.” She smirked and winked at me before walking to
her section.
“Ew. That’s just not something I needed to know.” And I definitely didn’t want to know
about her hookups.
Blakely walked up to me and whispered, “I’ve made him whimper like a baby as he begged
for it.”
I raised my eyebrows up at her and cringed. “Well, if I wasn’t nauseous before, I definitely
am now.”
She laughed as she walked away in her evil, but satisfied laugh. I’ve actually grown to like
her these past few months. Sure, she annoyed me and was often inappropriate, but some how she
made everything lighter. She never took anything too seriously, and she made me laugh on a daily
basis. And she hasn’t let her feelings for Colin go unknown. I think everyone at Riverside knew she
and Colin were hooking up. Not that Colin wanted to broadcast the news, but it was obvious he
enjoyed it. He was a single dad after his girlfriend left him, so I think him being chased down by
bombshell Blakely fed his damaged ego.
We worked long into the night, keeping up with the dinner rush. With the holidays
approaching soon, the Chicago streets were packed. The restaurant stayed busy, making my shift go by
quickly. Drake stopped in, but I didn’t have time to chat, so he grabbed some food to take home to
Stella and Michael.
By the time I finally slowed down, my body went dizzy. I leaned up against a counter to
balance myself, but my eyes weren’t focusing. I took in a few slow breaths, hoping to get my heart
rate down, but after a few minutes, nothing was working.
“Hey, are you alright?” Blakely asked from behind, placing her hand on my shoulder.
“I don’t know. I just got really dizzy all of a sudden.”
“Colin, grab Molly a chair from the office, please!” she yelled.
“I’m fine. Really, I just—”
“Shut up and sit.” Blakely grabbed the chair from Colin and all but pushed me down on it.
“You want me to call Drake?” she asked concerned. She was typically a goof ball, but now I could
tell she was truly worried.
“Guys, I’m fine. I just worked too long without taking a break, that’s all. Next time, I’ll take
breaks in between,” I promi
Book 3
From Bestselling Author
Brooke Cumberland
Blurb
Nothing ever comes easy for Molly Woods.
Faced with past fears, heartache, & limits…
Can she make promises to the one man she can’t get enough of? Can she promise him
forever…?
With new obstacles, Molly must make a decision.
***
Drake Stagliano always gets what he wants.
But with a new threat, how far will he go to make sure Molly is his forever?
When new secrets are revealed, Drake must take matters into his own hands.
Can they make forever happen? Or will promises be made that can’t be kept…?
***
Kitchen Promises, the final book in the Riverside Trilogy.
Copyright
Copyright © 2013 Brooke Cumberland
The Riverside Trilogy
Book 3
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DEDICATION
I am dedicating this book to all the stepparents out there!
It isn’t easy co-parenting someone else’s child—
emotionally, mentally, or physically. Being a stepparent means that you chose to love
someone else’s child as your own, and that is the true meaning of love. As a
stepmother to two boys, I understand the struggles of a blended family. So, this book
is for all of you out there!
* * *
It's not the blood you share that makes you a mother...It's the heart you share with one another.
—Patty Rase Hopson
A healthy stepmother knows that some days she's a stagehand, some days she’s the leading lady,
and some days she's the audience, and she plays each role with grace and style.
—Unknown
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
EPILOGUE
Kitchen Promises BONUS SCENE
Books by Brooke Cumberland
About the Author
Acknowledgement
Schedule Signings
Excerpts of Always You & Behind His Lens
PROLOGUE
Molly
My mother used to tell me that there was no such thing as coincidences. Rather, everything
happens for a reason…like some set up plan already made for us from the beginning. My mom wasn’t
overly religious or anything, but she believed in God, and that he had a plan for each and every one of
us. No matter how much you try to fight destiny, fate always comes back to bite us in the ass. Always.
I never once thought much about it until it knocked me right in the face. Or until he knocked
on my door.
Stanley Webber.
The moment I saw Denny’s face…after seventeen years, I knew my mother was right. The
so-called plan that was set up from the beginning…this could not be a coincidence. Rather, a smack
across the face. My past stood right in front of me, waiting for me to deal with it after all this time.
But I couldn’t. And I wouldn’t. I wasn’t going to give him the time of day.
Let’s not forget he just shoulder-patted my biological father…this was way beyond
coincidences. This was someone way up somewhere having a good laugh at how unbelievably
awkward this was. Fate, destiny, coincidence—whatever it was, could fuck off.
Given the circumstances, I wasn’t going to give Denny the pleasure of rattling me. Although,
I originally believed he was behind the notes and paying Ms. Hernandez in the beginning, I would
never trust him.
As I stood in front of them completely beside myself, I took Stella’s hand in mine and made
way to the restroom. There was no way I would ever come clean to Mr. Webber either. My best
option was to stay as far away as possible—from both of them.
Oh god—Drake. How would he handle the news? I’ve already learned what keeping secrets
between us can do, so it’s not as if I wanted to go that route again. Drake meant too much to me, too
much to Stella, and now—the father of our twins.
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1
Molly
“Travis…why? Why did you pull the trigger? Why?” I stood in front of him, pleading for
answers.
“I had to, Molly.” His voice is firm, his eyes dark.
“No…no, you didn’t. You were my friend.” I reach out to him, but my hand goes right
through his transparent body.
“And I loved you, Molly. You didn’t love me.” I reach for him again, moving closer.
“No, I didn’t. But what about Jacob?” He walks backwards…reaching for the gun that’s
tucked in the back of his pants.
“Travis, don’t!” I screamed, but it was too late. The gun went off and everything went
dark.
Dark…
“Travis! No!” I scream.
“Molly!” Drake shook me until my eyes opened. I looked around and saw I was in bed—
sweating and crying. “Are you okay?” he asked, turning the bedside lamp on.
“Yeah, just another nightmare.” I rubbed my belly, soothing myself from the trauma I seemed
to be reliving.
“I’ll get you some juice, baby.” Drake pecked me on the forehead, pulling the sheets back. I
nodded, thankful for how attentive he had been the last four months. Being that some women show
faster in their second pregnancies, and I just happen to be one of them, and the fact that I’m expecting
twins, made me look six months pregnant already.
“Thanks, baby.”
As I watched him leave the room, I remembered the nightmare that I was having. They
started two months ago out of nowhere. At first, I pegged them as part of being pregnant, but now it
was just getting ridiculous. I thought after hearing how sick Travis was, it would give me closure—
that it wasn’t my fault, and that I couldn’t have saved him—but it hadn’t. I still felt guilty…sad…and
that I failed him as a friend. How did I not notice? How did I let him fall for me so hard that I never
saw it coming? I knew the burning questions in my head were making me insane, but add the
hormones, mood-swings, and body aches—total hot mess.
I overanalyzed everything between Travis and me over the past year. We kept meeting in the
oddest of places before he showed up at my internship. Then, in a heated moment, I gave in and
kissed him. I hated myself for doing that, but I was curious. I hadn’t realized how bad I would hurt
everyone—I should’ve known, but I was dumb, naïve, and made a bad choice—that now continues to
haunt me in my sleep. Part of me knows why I kissed Travis that day. I was torn—I was in love with
Drake, but there was chemistry between Travis and me. Before Drake, I hadn’t dated, or even kissed
a man, in four years…then out of nowhere, two men fall for me. I was confused…
“Here you go, sweetie. I brought juice and cookies.” He smiled, handing me the glass.
“Oh my god, Oreos! Are you trying to make me fatter? I can’t eat that crap!”
“Baby, I’m sorry. I thought you’d like a midnight snack to help you fall back asleep.” He
jerked the bag of cookies back, looking like a scared puppy.
“No, the only thing that will help me sleep is getting Travis out of my damn head!” I snapped
unwillingly.
I told Drake about the dreams since the first night I woke up screaming. Didn’t happen very
often in the beginning, but now they seemed to be happening every few nights. It’s quite exhausting.
“Oh god,” I cried. “I’m so sorry I yelled like that.” I covered my face with my hands, letting
the tears fall out. Ugh, I hated this part of pregnancy.
“It’s okay. Whatever you want, Molly. I’ll get it…or won’t get it…or whatever you need!”
“You’re going to get sick of me, I just know it.”
If I weren’t a blubbering mess, even I’d want to laugh at myself. God, I couldn’t even control
my damn emotions anymore.
I eventually fell back asleep in Drake’s comforting arms. No matter how many outbursts I
had, he never left my side. If I thought Drake was overprotective before—I really hadn’t known how
he would be when he found out I was carrying his child.
* * *
You know that moment when life feels frozen in time and nothing seems real? Or rather, you
have an out of body experience, and it’s as if you were watching the moment happen from above?
That was exactly how I felt the moment my life changed. It was as if I were watching the
whole thing instead of experiencing it first hand. It was as if it were in slow motion—happening right
in front of me.
That was exactly how I felt the moment Drake kneeled in front of me. I hadn’t been prepared
for this. One minute I’m peeing on a stick, finding out I’m pregnant, and the next—Drake’s proposing.
“Molly?” Drake smirked, still waiting for my answer. God, he looked so damn handsome.
The way his hair rustled in the wind and his dark eyes looking hopeful up at me; he was
breathtaking. I still wondered why a man like him chased after a girl like me.
He had no idea how happy he was making me in that moment. The fact that he wanted to
marry me—for me. He didn’t even know I was expecting yet, unlike the last time a man knelt in
front of me. I knew Liam loved me, but we were young. We never would’ve been engaged had I not
been pregnant with Stella.
My hand covered my mouth in shock, unable to answer him. The moment brought so many
memories back, so many unwanted memories of Liam and then the pain rushed in—the pain of
losing him—the pain of thinking I had lost Drake when he was shot.
Perhaps it was the news of finding out I was expecting, or the hormones, but I started
crying uncontrollably. I was so embarrassed that I spun around so Drake wouldn’t see me.
I felt him come behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his nose
into my neck.
“Baby, I’m sorry if I rushed—” His hands stopped on my stomach, feeling the bloat that
was making my stomach swell already. I froze in place as his warm hands touched me, rubbing
over my barely-there bump. His lips softly kissed under my ear and down my neck.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
I slowly spun around and faced him. His expression was a mix of worry and lust. I smiled
at him as I rubbed a hand on his cheek.
“Yes. I want to marry you.”
His eyes lit up as they searched mine.
“Are you sure? I mean—”
I hated that I made him feel doubt with my mental breakdown. “I am so sure.” And I was.
I had never wanted anything more. “I—I was just not expecting that.”
He nodded as if he understood and cupped my face with both hands. He leaned down and
softly pecked my lips, bringing our foreheads together.
“I will do anything to make you happy, Future Mrs. Stagliano.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.”
“I’m glad.” He smiled with his hands still on my cheeks.
“I do have a confession,” I said softly. Before I could continue, a loud bang sounded in
the sky, jerking my attention away from Drake. I glued my eyes above and saw three fireworks
blasting in the air.
“Oh my god, what did you do?”
“Did you really think I’d propose to my girl without a dramatic grand finale?” Yeah, I
should’ve figured.
“You never cease to amaze me.” I blushed, looking into his bright brown eyes that were
no longer dark and intense like the first time I met him.
“Now you can have a lifetime of amazing.” He grinned, lowering his lips down to kiss me
once more.
“There is something you should know, though.” I broke the kiss, chewing my bottom lip
as the nerves overcame me. I planted my hand back on my stomach and looked down, hoping he’d
see where I was leading the conversation.
“Getting cold feet already?” he teased nervously. I shook my head at him, moving back
as I gave him a better view of what I was rubbing.
“No, never. But…it looks like you’re getting a new title soon besides ‘husband.’” His
eyes widened, finally getting what I was trying to tell him. “I’m pregnant.”
“What? Really?” he gasped. “Oh my god, that’s amazing!” His smile reached his eyes as
he engulfed me in a hug.
I was pleasantly surprised at his reaction. We hadn’t talked about having kids together,
and honestly, I didn’t even know if he wanted any of his own. I was prepared for at least a little
shock—maybe even a little anger. Given that I was on the pill, I was worried he would’ve thought
I did it on purpose.
“Yes, really!” He pulled back and covered my face in his hands, burying me in his kisses.
As more fireworks blasted in the night sky, he continued kissing and worshiping my mouth.
Besides the birth of Stella, that was the best moment of my life. Knowing we were becoming
a family and building our future together was something I never thought possible. When Liam died, I
thought that was it—that I’d never have a family or a happily ever after, but now I was convinced
otherwise.
“Stella!” I yelled from my bed, already needing assistance.
“Yes, mommy?” She wore a bright smile as she skipped to my side.
“Can you help mommy up? I’m stuck.” I made a pouty face at her, making her laugh. It had
been so long since I had been pregnant that I forgot what it felt like to feel like a million pounds. Not
only was I carrying two babies, but it was as if the swelling showed up out of nowhere. I was
bloated, swelled up like a penguin, and achy—oh, the joys of pregnancy.
She grabbed my hand with both of hers and yanked me as hard as she could and gave me just
enough lift to help me off the bed.
“Thanks, baby.”
“Are you going to have those babies soon, Mom?” She looked up at me in sweet innocence.
We had the baby talk about two months ago when we started telling people, explaining to her that we
were having a baby, and that she and Liam would be a big brother and a big sister.
“I knew it.” She folded her hands across her chest, not acting surprised at all.
“What do you mean you ‘knew it?’” I asked, stunned that my five-year-old acted like a
thirty-year-old woman.
“I told you I wished for one.”
“Yeah, me too,” Liam chimed in.
“You think I’m having a baby because you both wished for one?” I asked, humoring
myself. “Well…what if I told you I’m having twins?”
Stella and Liam’s faces lit up as they slapped high fives. Part of me—the curious part—
actually wanted to believe it was their wishes that made this come true—but the skeptical part knew
better. No, it was just a coincidence. But I don’t believe in coincidences…so, what? Was this all part
of my life plan, after all?
“Mommy, how are you getting those babies out of there?” she asked as I waddled my way to
the closet. My eyes grew big, knowing that I’d have to have this talk with her soon, but I wasn’t
prepared to do it now—I hadn’t figured out how I would explain the whole birthing cycle yet.
“Well…” I choked, trying to stall as long as possible. I grabbed a shirt from the hanger,
buying me more time as I slid it on.
“Did you eat watermelon seeds? Is that how they got in there? Mackenzie said that’s how her
mommy had her brother.” Oh, yes…great and informative Mackenzie.
Not wanting to have this talk before my morning coffee, I lied. “Yes, that’s exactly how they
got in there. And then when they’re nice and ripe, they’ll come right out of mommy’s tummy.”
The smile on her face told me she was satisfied as she skipped out of the room and down the
hall.
I was only four and a half months along, but I was huge already. I didn’t start to show this
early with Stella, but carrying two, I knew this pregnancy would be completely different.
I had been super tired lately. I was hoping the second trimester energy boost would’ve taken
effect already, but if anything, it had gotten worse. I couldn’t sleep at night without nightmares of
Travis, I couldn’t get comfortable, and I couldn’t get the image of seeing Stanley with Denny out of
my mind.
“Lay down, Mama,” Michael chimed in, waltzing into my room with a tray. “I made
breakfast.” I watched as he placed the tray on the bed—set with eggs, toast, orange juice, and a
banana.
I waddled from the closet back down to the bed. “This is so sweet, thank you.” I started
crying uncontrollably out of nowhere.
“Baby girl?” Michael asked, raising his eyebrow.
“I’m sorry,” I cried out. “These damn pregnancy hormones make me cry over everything.”
“Over breakfast?” He chuckled, amused.
“No, you big jerk!” I laughed. “The gesture. The way you always take care of me. It’s just…
so sweet.”
“I love you, baby girl. I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed me on the forehead and
stroked my hair. “However, pregnant Molly is a bit dramatic,” he teased.
I sniffed and got myself together. “Thank you,” I said softly, taking the tray over my lap.
“You’re welcome. Now get some rest. I’ll take the kids to school.”
“You know, I can still do things!” I yelled out sarcastically.
“I know. Just not as fast as I can!” he yelled back with amusement. Damn, he was right. I had
been off my game lately.
I didn’t have to work until the afternoon, so I enjoyed my breakfast in bed. I was trying to eat
healthy, moderate meals, but it was as if my body was working overtime. Always wanting to sleep
and eat. Didn’t really help that I worked on my feet and around food all day.
Drake walked in wrapped in only a towel. The toast I was bringing to my mouth suddenly
dropped from my fingers as my eyes roamed over his perfectly toned body. My eyes followed down
to his perfect V that went just below the towel.
“Breakfast in bed and a show? I’m one lucky gal,” I teased, leaning back against the
headboard enjoying the view.
“Someone sounds like they are feeling better.” He smiled.
“Well, I for sure am now.”
“Really? Well, perhaps I should take advantage of that.” He grinned, slowly unwrapping the
towel from around his waist. I smirked as I watched him tease me, putting on a show as he finally
released the towel. I watched it fall to the ground. I let my eyes wander up and down his body—
appreciating every single chiseled curve of muscle.
“It’s not nice to tease,” I reminded him. “You better put out or get out.”
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he quipped, laughing. “I can’t decide if I love or hate
your pregnancy hormones.” He grinned. It was true—I had a love/hate relationship with them as well.
On top of always wanting to sleep and eat, I also wanted sex—all the time. Not that Drake minded,
but some days, I was all over the place. I felt like I had no control over them. They were beginning to
drive me mad.
“Can you be a little late for work today?” I asked, placing the tray of food on the bedside
table. I didn’t take my eyes off him as I watched him walk over to the bed. “I’d hate for you to get into
trouble.” I grinned.
“I could probably weasel my way out of it with the boss.”
“You are the boss.”
“I know.” And with that, he made his way on top of me, brushing the covers off. “I think I
can spare a few minutes…” He pressed his lips across my jaw, slowly moving to my neck. He bit it
gently, making a moan escape my mouth at his touch and eagerness. “…for you.”
His hands slid up my sides, taking my shirt up with them. I arched my neck to the side, giving
him better access as the sensations riveted through me.
I reached down, pressing him harder into me. I felt his hardness against me, making me
desperate and needy for him.
The hormones made my body respond to him so much more—not that I didn’t before—but it
was magnified. It was intensified, and I felt desperate to have him.
“Screw the foreplay. I need to have you right now,” I demanded, pushing his body harder
against mine.
“Such a romantic, aren’t you?” I could feel him smiling against my neck as he continued
softly kissing.
“I mean it. I’m going to explode,” I breathed out rapidly. Just his touch could undo me
completely.
“Alright, hold on, baby.” He lowered his body and in one swift motion, slid my panties
down. I wasn’t looking for romance right now. I needed him just as much as I needed to breathe.
I threw my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. It was still weird seeing my body
naked with the way it was changing so fast, but it was also a constant reminder of the love Drake and
I shared.
Instead of pressing into me like I wanted him to, he tenderly laid kisses over my stomach and
in between my breasts. He was torturing me. He knew it, too. I was practically grinding against him,
yet he refused to give in.
“Baby, please,” I moaned out desperately.
“I can’t help it. You are just so beautiful. You have the most beautiful pregnant glow.” He
continued to lay kisses around my bump, slowly, taking his time.
“That’s great,” I huffed, cupping his face up to look at me. “I’m going to handcuff you to this
bed and straddle you if you don’t—”
He forced two fingers inside me before I could finish what I was saying. I moaned loudly at
the surprise sensation, arching my hips up to greet his fingers.
“You’re feisty when you’re desperate.” He laughed as he worked his fingers in and out of
me, hitting the perfect spot over and over.
I ignored him and grabbed the bedrail behind me, arching my body up to him as I needed and
wanted to feel him inside me.
“How badly do you need it, baby?” Drake whispered with a hint of humor in his voice.
“You know how badly,” I snapped, unable to open my eyes. Still, I could hear the
amusement in his tone. He enjoyed torturing me and secretly loved it.
“Say it,” he demanded, pressing harder into me, twisting his wrist, and practically taking all
the air out of my lungs. “Say what you need, baby.”
“I need you! I need you inside, right now. God, I swear, I’ll do anything,” I pleaded, willing
to do just about anything to get what I wanted from him.
“Anything for my sweet girl,” he hummed, lowering his lips to where his fingers were. He
sucked hard, leaving no time for me to retaliate. My back arched, enjoying the sensations that released
inside of me. My body shivered with pleasure, unable to control my own breathing as I moaned out.
He lifted his head and covered my body with his. I watched as he licked his fingers, moaning
out pleasurable sounds.
“Keep your hands up,” he ordered. I continued hanging onto the bedrail, tightening my grip
as he finally pushed himself into me. The feeling was overwhelming as I took him all in, finally
feeling full and satisfied.
He leaned down and kissed me gently as he rocked his hips into me. His breathing quickened
as the air blew over my lips. His mouth wandered to my ear, blowing and licking over my lobe,
making it harder to leave my hands up. I wanted to dig my nails into him and drive him insane as much
as he was doing to me. He lowered his hand and cupped my breast, squeezing gently. I screamed out
his name, pushing my breast into his hand urgently, desperately needing the release.
He lowered his face and took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my peaked nipple.
He grabbed one leg and placed it on top of his shoulder, allowing him to get deeper inside me. That
was enough to set me off. I screamed out, not holding back as I greeted his hips with mine, soaking up
every pleasurable second.
It wasn’t long before Drake did the same, milking his own release as he grinded into me. He
lay on top of me as we both tried to get ahold of our breathing, panting into each other.
“Well, if this wasn’t the best morning I’ve ever had—breakfast in bed and sex all before my
shower.” I grinned. My legs felt like jelly as all my muscles were stretched and aching.
“Glad to be of service.” His voice was filled with amusement. I’ve been like this for the
past few months—needing sex on demand. I felt bad, as if I were using him, but I figured it wasn’t
much different from before I got pregnant.
“Must be horrible for you, always needing to fulfill my needs, and all.” I stroked his back
with my fingertips as he continued lying on top of me.
“It’s not always easy being the boss. Sometimes I have to do the dirty work.” I could feel his
smile against my chest as we bantered.
“Oh, you poor thing. I almost feel sorry for you.” I rolled my eyes.
He kissed me lightly on the lips before rolling off the bed. I just watched as he walked to the
bathroom. I listened as the shower started and steam began filling the room.
“Come on, let’s shower together.” He smiled, holding his hand out for me.
“Definitely the best morning ever.” I grinned, taking his hand in mind as I followed him in.
And it was the best shower ever.
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2
Drake
Watching Molly unravel beneath me is by far the sexiest thing on Earth. The way her eyes
rolled in the back of her head, and the way she sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth, undoes me
every time. The way she moaned and screamed through the pleasure gave me a high. I loved hearing
her little voice scream out my name as she clawed at the bedrails. I loved everything about her—
pregnancy hormones and all.
The day we went to her first ultrasound is a day I’ll never forget. Molly was only eight
weeks along, but they were easily able to determine that she was carrying twins.
“Are you sure? I mean, maybe it’s just one big sack?” I asked, sweating nervously.
I heard the ultrasound technician chuckle. “Yes, I’m sure. There are two heartbeats.” She
pointed to the bottom of the screen where the heartbeats were being recorded and turned up the
volume. I heard two fast beating pulses, strong and perfect.
I never before felt scared, nervous, and happy all at once. The way Molly’s face lit up as
she watched the screen made everything worth it—the struggles, the pain, being shot—all worth it
for this very moment.
Since the beginning when we found out, Molly’s moods have been all over the place. I knew
she couldn’t help it, and mostly I just tried not to laugh when she has her outbursts because it’s just the
cutest thing ever, but deep down I knew she had a hard time with it. She didn’t like not having control
over her emotions. She was used to everything being a certain way and on schedule.
There have been countless nights where she woke me up and demanded sex. Typically, I
wouldn’t mind, but after a while, it was becoming routine. I loved her, so I wanted to please her, but
between the cravings, random horny moments, and crying, I didn’t know how much longer I’d last
through this pregnancy—and she still had 4 months to go…
As Molly got dressed after our shower, I just stood in the doorway and watched. She was so
stunning, so beautiful, and she didn’t even realize it. I think she knew she was pretty, but to me, she
was simply gorgeous. And seeing her with a swollen belly made her even more beautiful—if that
were possible. The way her shirt lay over her stomach with just enough fabric to cover made me
anxious for our babies to be here. I knew she had a while to go yet and that she’d get much bigger, but
I was definitely enjoying the journey of watching her grow.
“How late do you have to work tonight?” I asked as she buttoned up her chef’s coat. I didn’t
want her working anymore so she could take care of herself, but she insisted.
“Blakely and I both close,” she said, smoothing her hands over the coat, ridding all the
wrinkles. After everything that happened with Nikos, I made sure the hiring process was much more
in depth with screening applicants. I wasn’t going to allow another Nikos in my restaurant.
“Please take it easy,” I begged. Although I knew Molly could still work while being
pregnant, and that many other women do too, it still made me nervous knowing hot stoves, ovens, and
sharp objects surrounded her. And knowing how clumsy she could be, it made for a not-so-pretty
picture in my head.
“I will, don’t worry. Colin and Blakely don’t let me do much anyway.” I liked Colin. Good
chef, good worker, and best of all, wasn’t into my girl. Last I heard from Molly, Blakely was trying to
dig her nails into Colin, and he wasn’t pushing away.
“Good.” I smiled. “Well, I’m off to work. Don’t want to be much later, or the boss will ring
my neck,” I joked.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her lightly, and then knelt
down to kiss her belly. “Be good for mommy.” I smiled. There had been a few instances where the
smells of certain foods at work have made her sick and she’s had to leave early. I knew she hated it
and wanted to do her part instead of having everyone else work extra hard to compensate for her.
“Yeah, you tell ’em, babe. Baby A is jammed up my ribcage.” She chuckled, but was
serious. “And Baby B is somewhere in the other rib.”
“Well, soon enough, they’ll be here,” I reminded her. I stood back up and kissed her once
more. “I’ll come down and visit you when I’m done at the office.”
“Okay. Love you,” she called as I began walking down the hallway.
“Love you three!”
As I walked down the hall to the staircase, I paused in front of the nursery. It wasn’t set up
yet, but Molly was having a blast designing it. Michael insisted on being the decorator, making sure it
was all set up and designed perfectly. I had no idea of all the small details that went into having a
baby. I especially didn’t know how much work went into getting the nursery ready. I figured a crib,
some clothes, and diapers. However, Michael informed me of how wrong I was.
We had looked at baby cribs and everything else we’d need—bassinets, swings, bouncers,
changing tables, dressers, clothes, toys, diapers—the list seemed endless. There was still a lot left to
plan and get ready, but as long as Molly was happy with it, I was happy.
Stella and Liam took the news amazing. I knew they would, but now that we were in the
planning process, they were over the top excited. Violet agreed to let me have Liam twice a week and
every other weekend now that she was living in Chicago with Stanley. I’d pick him up from school
Mondays and Wednesdays. Then, I’d pick him up Saturday morning on my weekends. I loved having
him in my life, regardless of the fact that I had to share him with his mother; I was just happy to be
given a second chance at being his dad.
Having Liam in my life made me extra excited about the twins coming. I hadn’t known I even
wanted to be a dad until the day I found out about Liam. When I heard about Violet’s secret, I was
determined to have my son in my life. The visions of baseball games, movie nights, and birthday
parties flooded my mind the entire year I searched for them. My dad and I didn’t have that kind of
relationship; we never bonded like that. He was a good dad in that he provided for me and taught me
what I know now, but I really felt that I missed that in my childhood. I was never going to let any of
my children grow up with a dad like that. I wanted to give them everything they deserved and more.
* * *
I walked to my office feeling great. I loved that Molly was working just floors below me.
Not that she needed to be watched, but if anything happened to her, I wouldn’t be far away.
“Your messages, Mr. Stagliano.” My assistant walked in and set a handful of notes down on
my desk.
“Thank you, Carla.”
As I scanned through them, I saw an interesting one catch my eye. Stanley Webber. What did
he want? I only spoke to him if it pertained to Liam, and usually, Violet would text or call me if it
were important.
It was weird knowing Molly’s secret about Stanley. I knew she didn’t want to tell him or
anyone else for that matter, but a part of me felt like she should. Perhaps it was because Stanley was a
good man, and maybe I thought he deserved to know, but it was Molly’s decision, and I’d never force
her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Stanley was good to Liam, so for now, that’s all that
mattered.
I decided to ignore it for now and catch up on my emails. Things have been crazy busy
lately, the holidays approaching soon and the restaurant expanding. I’d have to hire another chef to
cover the expansion and another to cover Molly when she goes on maternity leave. If I had my way,
she would stay home and never go back to work at all. But I knew it was important to her, so I never
pushed the subject too much.
I worked on my computer through the morning, catching up on financial statements and
documents when an eager knock startled me. “Yes?” I called out.
“Mr. Stagliano, there’s a Mr. Webber here. He says it’s urgent.” Her eyes were fierce letting
me know she was uncomfortable with him just showing up. She had worked for me for many years
now, so I was accustomed to her facial expressions.
“Sure, let him in.” I waved in my direction. I stacked the paperwork on my desk and put it in
one neat pile. I watched as she escorted him in and offered a beverage. He denied and thanked her
kindly. She closed the door quietly as Stanley walked toward my desk. “Come, sit down,” I ordered,
motioning to the chair.
“I apologize for just showing up, Drake, but I wanted to catch you before you left for lunch.”
He sat down across from me.
“Is everything okay? Is Liam alright?” I asked.
“Oh yes, he’s fine. Nothing like that. I’m actually here on business.”
“What is it?” I crossed my arms, looking intently at him.
“I’m hoping you’d be willing to help me out with something.”
“Go on.” I nodded.
“I have a new business partner, and I want to host a welcome event into my company. I was
hoping to be able to do it here at the Riverside, keep it low profile until his partnership is
announced.”
“I’m sure we could work something out. You don’t want to use one of your hotels?” I asked
curiously.
“Well, the ones in the city I have are all booked for holiday events coming up, and I wanted
to do this in a few weeks, if possible.”
It seemed odd to me, but Stanley was a nice enough guy, so I decided to go along with it.
“I’m sure we can plan something on short notice. What kind of things are you looking to do?”
I grabbed a notepad and pen to write some notes down. I’d have my assistant book the hall and get
everything ready.
“Something on the casual side, but nice. More like a meet and greet.”
“Do you want the caterers?”
“Yeah, I was thinking a sit down event; we’ll eat, and have a couple speeches, just
something to welcome him into my company. Mostly businessmen will be there networking.” I
nodded as I wrote it all down. It sounded simple enough. It was always good to network with other
financial experts and hotel owners. Stanley was very professional on the outside, but I’ve gotten to
know his soft side around Liam.
“Great, I think I’ve got it all. I’ll give this to my assistant and see when she can squeeze it
in.” I smiled, setting the pen down. We both stood up and shook hands. “I’ll be in touch.”
“Thanks, Drake. Appreciate it.” He nodded back at me and turned to leave. I ripped the
sheet off the pad and called for my assistant.
* * *
“How are you going to pull that off in only a few weeks?” Molly asked, rinsing potatoes in
the sink. I had just finished telling her about my meeting with Stanley. She hadn’t said too much about
him since she confessed the truth about him, but I guess there really wasn’t much for her to say about
him. She didn’t know him. She didn’t want to get to know him, and whenever he was with Violet
dropping Liam off, she would be sweet, but guarded. I always felt it was her way of keeping her
distance, not wanting to get too close.
“It’s small, nothing too big. Plus, I think Stanley wants to enjoy the evening rather than
always feeling like he’s at work.”
“That’s nice of you,” she said in a surprised tone.
“Aren’t I always?” I answered with an amused grin. I stood behind her, nuzzling my face in
the nape of her neck.
“Well, it’s better than Violet showing up at your office…again.” She tensed. I blew air over
her ear and nipped it with my mouth. Her body relaxed and shivered underneath me, making me grin
at how easily her body reacts to me.
“Stop it. I’m trying to make dinner.” She giggled, pushing her neck down.
“Yes, please stop it. I don’t want to throw up before I even get a chance to eat,” Michael
interrupted, making a gagging sound.
“Oh, like you’re any better?” Molly fired back. “I swear, I walk in on you and Trey one
more time—”
“Hey,” he interrupted, putting his hands up in surrender. “No one told you to walk in. Ever
hear of knocking?”
“Ever hear of shut the hell up?” She made a face at him and swatted him with the wood
spoon in her hand.
“Alright, you two. Play nice,” I interjected. I backed away to let them bicker it out.
Michael’s boyfriend, Trey, had been coming over a lot more recently. Michael finally decided to
settle down and date. Molly liked him, but lately she was a little edgy about it. Personally, I think it
was because she was jealous of all the time Michael spent with him instead of her. And add that to
the pregnancy hormones, you had one emotional recipe for disaster.
On top of planning Stanley’s event, I wanted to surprise Molly with an engagement party
soon. She hadn’t mentioned a lot about the wedding with focusing on the babies and work, so I
thought I’d do all the organizing of getting a party together. We’ve been engaged five months now, so I
figured we needed to do it soon.
Christmas was coming up, so I thought a holiday engagement party would be the route to go.
I had a party planner already on top of it. I didn’t want Molly to stress about it—and I knew she
would—so I didn’t plan to tell her until the night of. Risky, yes. But in my experience, it was better to
ask for forgiveness than to get permission. So a party was in the works.
I set the table and called for Stella to come down. Michael and Molly were still teasing each
other in the kitchen, so I sat at the table with Stella.
“So how was your day, sweetie?” I asked, pouring her a cup of milk. She shrugged, not
looking up from the table. “What’s wrong?”
“First grade is hard,” she pouted.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. Anything I can help with?”
“Can I bring gum to school?” She looked up bright-eyed.
“Gum? I don’t think you’re supposed to have gum in school, are you?”
“It’s not for chewing,” she informed.
Confused, I asked, “Okay…what’s it for?”
“It’s a secret.”
“You can trust me, I promise.” I crossed my arms on the table, leaned my head on top, and
gave a wink.
“I want to give it to someone.” She smiled, almost blushing.
“Who?” I asked curiously, leaning back up to take a drink of my water.
“My boyfriend,” she answered bluntly. Shocked, water spat out of my mouth and nose. She
laughed as I covered my face.
“Your what?” Molly interjected, dropping a pan in the middle of the table. “Did you just say
boyfriend?” She placed a hand on her hip, raising her eyebrows.
“And the fun begins,” Michael muttered, taking a seat across from me. He chuckled as he
saw Molly’s scowl.
“You, young lady,” Molly said, pointing a finger at Stella, “are not allowed to date nor have
boyfriends until you’re thirty, you hear me?”
Stella giggled.
“Thirty? Girl, please,” Michael snorted. He reached across the table and grabbed a scoop of
casserole.
“She’s gonna need a tracking device.” I chuckled.
“You better get a chastity belt on her,” Michael continued.
“Oh my god! Stop it, you two!” Molly snapped back. “I mean it. There will be no talk of
boyfriends!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. It was innocent teasing, but I could tell it was really starting to
bother her. On top of already being emotional, she was having a hard time letting go. Stella was her
first baby and had been the center of her attention for five years, and now here Stella was already
acting grown up.
“Okay, no more teasing,” I promised. I put my hand over my heart and crossed it so she
knew I meant it.
“So…” Michael began. I could tell he was trying to come up with a better topic. “Have you
guys given any thought on the wedding? I mean, are you going to set a date sometime soon? I’d really
like to get planning.” He stabbed a piece of chicken with his fork and popped it in his mouth.
“You’re planning it, huh?” I asked amused.
“Well, you want it to kick ass, right?” Michael raised an eyebrow, grinning.
“I’m not really sure, Michael,” Molly interrupted. “With the babies, it just makes more sense
to wait, don’t you think?” She turned to look at me. I hadn’t really wanted to wait that long, but I
could definitely see her point.
“Whatever you want, baby. We could wait until after the babies are here.”
She smiled and took a sip of her water. “I mean, unless you just want to elope,” she teased.
Honestly, I could care less what route we took. Of course, I wanted it to be special for us, but I just
wanted to make her mine. I wanted to call her my wife. I wanted to stamp my initials in her to keep
any wandering eyes off her.
“Hey, Elvis could marry us Vegas-style, for all I care.” I smiled back at her. I grabbed her
hand in mine and brought it to my lips.
“Oh gross,” Michael groaned, ruining our moment. “I will not allow you two to get married
by Elvis. Absolutely not. Hell will freeze over before that happens.”
“And why is that, Michael?” Molly snapped. “If I want Elvis to marry me, I will.”
“Unless Elvis himself resurrects from his grave, I can’t let you do it.” I watched as Molly
rolled her eyes and stabbed another piece of chicken.
“Hell!” Stella screamed, jerking all of our attention toward her.
“Excuse you, young lady?” Molly narrowed her eyes.
“Michael said it first.” Her body lowers in the chair.
Molly slowly turned her attention toward Michael. “Nice going.”
Michael busted out laughing as Molly cringed. “I teach her all my best qualities, remember?
She’ll have a great sense of fashion, and a foul mouth. Get used to it, babe.”
“You are no help,” she growled.
The rest of our evening was spent listening to Michael test Molly’s limits. Apparently,
Michael had a death wish. I just sat there, shaking my head as Michael dug his own grave. But I knew
they had a relationship I would never understand. Whatever works for them…
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3
Molly
Drake left early for work the following morning, leaving me alone for a few hours before I
had to go into work. I enjoyed working the later shift, giving me enough time to get through my nausea
and morning sickness. Not only that, it gave me some peace and quiet time.
“Damn, you swallow a watermelon?” Michael walked into my room, raising an eyebrow as
his eyes roamed my belly.
Apparently, quiet time is over.
“Two actually.”
“I don’t envy you, that’s for sure. Just the thought of how those babies are getting out makes
my balls hurt.” He made a pained face, which made me laugh.
“That’s exactly why men could never go through labor. You’re all a bunch of babies.”
“Oh, is that so? You think women are the only ones that could stand the pain?” he retorted.
He sat on the bed next to me, causing the bed to dip.
I moved closer to him and twisted his nipple. “Ow, oh my god!” he squealed.
“Case in point.”
“That’s not fair. That’s sensitive,” he whined, rubbing over his chest.
“And my vag isn’t? Please, men could never handle it.”
He rolled his eyes, not willing to argue with my raging hormones.
“You’re lucky I love you.” He grinned.
“Or what?”
“Or I wouldn’t—” He grabbed my hips and started tickling me uncontrollably.
“Michael, stop!” I squealed.
“Never! Let’s see how much you can handle! Mwahaha!”
“You’re an evil man! Stop! I’m gonna pee my pants!” I screamed back, wiggling out of his
grasp. “Seriously, I think I leaked!”
Michael finally stopped, but he couldn’t contain his laughter. I swatted at him as I clenched
my thighs together, waddling to the bathroom.
“Sorry, babes. But…I still have it,” he gloated, brushing his hands together.
“Don’t be so sure. I’ll retaliate when you least expect it,” I threatened, pointing a finger at
him. Michael and I use to get into tickle fights back in high school, and because he was bigger and
stronger than I was, he’d pin me down and always win. Then he’d hold me down and make a spit
bubble until I cried out, “Michael’s the greatest!” Oh yes, he had it coming to him big time now.
Michael was like a brother to me. He was my best friend, but he was more than that. He was
my gay soul mate—if there was such a thing—but it was true. He was my other half in being the
perfect best friend.
As I walked out of the bathroom, Michael continued, “Maybe if I tickle you enough, your
water will break.”
“That’s gross. Plus, I don’t want it to break for like 4 months yet.” I walked back to the bed
and lay down.
“Okay, fine. We’ll renegotiate in four months,” he teased, grinning.
“Whatever.” I made a face at him. “Now, go away. You’re interrupting my quiet time.”
“Fine. I guess you don’t have much of that left.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead.
As I watched him walk away, his words roamed in my head. He was right—I didn’t have a
lot of time. And yet, it felt like it was taking forever.
I decided I would just lay in bed, enjoying every solid second until I had to shower for
work. This pregnancy was sucking all the energy out of me. I was always tired and had absolutely no
motivation to do anything.
* * *
As I walked through the kitchen doors at work, I spotted Blakely right away. “Well, well,
well. Look what the cat dragged in,” Blakely groaned, rolling her eyes at me.
“I’m so glad we’re best friends,” I quipped, grabbing my apron and chef’s hat. “I mean, who
else could I booby punch and get away with it?” Before she could react, I quickly squeezed her boob
and laughed. “Damn, those things feel like water balloons.”
“You’re so lucky you’re pregnant right now, otherwise…”
“Otherwise, what? There’d be some girl on girl action?” Colin interrupted. He had a smug
look on his face as he casually leaned up against one of the counters.
“You wish.” Blakely laughed. “If, and that’s a big if, I were to do any girl on girl action, it
wouldn’t be with Molly.”
“Hey, I take offense to that.” I stuck my tongue out. “And you’d be lucky to have me.” I
laughed. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
“And all before I’ve had my afternoon Red Bull,” Blakely groans.
“So anyway,” Colin said slowly, moving his eyes between Blakely and I. “Time to get ready
for the dinner rush.”
“I think you’ve made Colin uncomfortable.” I chuckled, nudging Blakely as I walked passed
her.
“That’s not the only thing I’ve made him.” She smirked and winked at me before walking to
her section.
“Ew. That’s just not something I needed to know.” And I definitely didn’t want to know
about her hookups.
Blakely walked up to me and whispered, “I’ve made him whimper like a baby as he begged
for it.”
I raised my eyebrows up at her and cringed. “Well, if I wasn’t nauseous before, I definitely
am now.”
She laughed as she walked away in her evil, but satisfied laugh. I’ve actually grown to like
her these past few months. Sure, she annoyed me and was often inappropriate, but some how she
made everything lighter. She never took anything too seriously, and she made me laugh on a daily
basis. And she hasn’t let her feelings for Colin go unknown. I think everyone at Riverside knew she
and Colin were hooking up. Not that Colin wanted to broadcast the news, but it was obvious he
enjoyed it. He was a single dad after his girlfriend left him, so I think him being chased down by
bombshell Blakely fed his damaged ego.
We worked long into the night, keeping up with the dinner rush. With the holidays
approaching soon, the Chicago streets were packed. The restaurant stayed busy, making my shift go by
quickly. Drake stopped in, but I didn’t have time to chat, so he grabbed some food to take home to
Stella and Michael.
By the time I finally slowed down, my body went dizzy. I leaned up against a counter to
balance myself, but my eyes weren’t focusing. I took in a few slow breaths, hoping to get my heart
rate down, but after a few minutes, nothing was working.
“Hey, are you alright?” Blakely asked from behind, placing her hand on my shoulder.
“I don’t know. I just got really dizzy all of a sudden.”
“Colin, grab Molly a chair from the office, please!” she yelled.
“I’m fine. Really, I just—”
“Shut up and sit.” Blakely grabbed the chair from Colin and all but pushed me down on it.
“You want me to call Drake?” she asked concerned. She was typically a goof ball, but now I could
tell she was truly worried.
“Guys, I’m fine. I just worked too long without taking a break, that’s all. Next time, I’ll take
breaks in between,” I promi