Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“Good,” I report. “It is very nice to wake up unstressed. I like it when my plans are all done and I can finally pass everything on to you.” I stretch my arms above my head, relishing the feeling.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself there,” Kent sighs, pulling me close again. “I’m going to need your help on this little task Bianci has given me.”
“Really?” I ask, surprised. Honestly, I figured it was going to be something that spoke much more to Kent’s skills than my own. I pillow my head on Kent’s arm, newly curious about what Bianci wants Kent to do wants us to do.
“Really,” Kent murmurs, stroking my face. “I’m not marrying you just for your pretty face, Fay. I need your mind in this line of work.”
“Oh really?” I ask, my face bursting into a grin. “We’re getting married now?”
“Aren’t we?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me like it’s a settled question.
I burst into laughter. “I’ve said it before, Kent,” I sigh, sitting up so I can look down at him, my hair spilling over my shoulders, “but I’m already married. And I love my husband very much.”
“I’ve heard,” Kent replies, turning on his back and pulling me forward a little so that I lean over him, “that your husband is merely a pale imitation of me.” He plays idly with the ends of my hair.
“I will not take such slander of my beloved,” I snap, pretending an offense I don’t feel and pulling away quickly, hopping out of bed.
Kent snatches after me but misses, letting out an angry growl.
“We’re getting married, Fay!” he calls after me as I walk stark naked into the bathroom, ready for my day.
“We’ll see, Kent!” I call back, laughing. “Maybe you should ask me first!”
But I don’t wait for a reply, closing the bathroom door behind me as my hand drifts idly over my baby bump, my mind distracted with by the more pressing thought of breakfast pancakes.
About half an hour later, freshly showered and more appropriately dressed in pajamas and a robe, I push open my bedroom door and give a little squeak of joy to see most of my family already awake gathered in the kitchen and living room. Dad and Kent are the only ones absent but Kent’s just a minute or two behind, since he got to the shower second.
Janeen sees me and smiles, opening an arm for me, and I quickly scurry to her side, wrapping my arms around her waist. I blow kisses to Daniel and Jerome, waving to Gio before standing on my tiptoes to whisper in Janeen’s ear.
“Where’s dad?” I ask.
“Out for a walk,” she replies. “Said something very boring about nature and the countryside.”
I nod eagerly, moving on to the real question on my mind. “So?” I hiss. “Did anything happen with Gio after he found out about Janiel!?”
Janeen pulls away, grinning at me with glee. “What is Janiel!?”
I cock my head and study her, smiling. “What, is Derome better?” I ask, blinking innocently, which makes her tilt her head back and laugh.
“Tell me!” I insist, tugging on her robe, dying with anticipation.
Janeen heaves a long, sad sigh. “Hate to break it to you, sissy,” she says, smiling at me. “But the man is impervious to my charms. I threw everything I had at him last night and he just went to bed!”
“Did you offer to take him with you?” I ask, my eyebrows raised.
“I practically laid rose petals on the ground to show the way,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, Fay, I’m very depressed I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Poor sister,” I murmur, patting her cheek consolingly. She sighs and nods, accepting all of my pity. “We have to get you to town, find you a nice local guy to take care of you.”
“Or six,” she corrects, but otherwise she nods at my sage assessment of the situation.
I laugh and kiss her on the cheek as I move to the coffee machine while Kent comes out of our room. The series of hello’s go around to him as well as I start to push the buttons on the machine, trying to figure it out.
“Let me,” Kent says, his voice a little scornful as he knocks my hand aside. “You’ll break it.”
“Hey!” I say, frowning up at him. “The coffee I’m supposed to be able to do! It’s not my fault that you got this machine that makes no sense.”
“Go,” he says, flicking a hand at me, though he’s unable to keep the smile from his lips. “Spare the poor machine your insults. I’ll bring you your cup.”
I sigh and walk away, my arms crossed, joining Gio at the end of the counter.
“I take it that you are not particularly domestic, Fay?” he asks, sipping at his own cup of coffee that I look at with envy. Seeing the direction of my gaze, Gio slowly slides the cup out of my reach, which makes me laugh.
“I am plenty domestic,” I say, giving him a playful little glare as I prop my chin in my hands, leaning forward on the counter. “They’re all just fancy snobs.”
“There’s nothing wrong with appreciating the finer things in life,” Gio murmurs and I groan as I look him up and down.
“Oh no,” I moan. “You’re one of them too. I should have known.”
Gio laughs again, shaking his head at me and I smile and stand up straight as Daniel comes to my side, dropping a kiss to my cheek.
“Hello, my horrible, unfaithful little wife,” he murmurs, slipping a hand around my waist and pulling me close to his side.
“Hello, gorgeous cheating husband,” I say, beaming up at him.
We both laugh and then together turn to Gio, who looks between us in confusion.
“Wait,” Gio says, frowning. “So, you two are…actually married?”
“Mmhmm,” I say, wrapping my arms around Daniel and resting my head against his chest. “It was a hasty wedding aimed at legitimizing my child so we could trick your grandfather into agreeing to our terms to release Kent from his familial obligations,” I say, giving a little shrug as if it’s the oldest story in the book.
“You speak…very quickly,” Gio says, smirking at me as he sips his coffee. “Even without your caffeine.”
“Which makes me doubt giving you this,” Kent says, coming over to the three of us and sliding my cup of coffee over to me, which I drop Daniel eagerly to grab. I take a sip as I move to Kent, giving a little hum of happiness as I lean my back against his chest as he wraps his arms loosely around my waist.
“This is a very strange little family,” Gio says, narrowing his eyes at us and making me laugh. But Gio smiles too, letting me know he doesn’t mind it.
“You get used to it,” Jerome says, coming over and hopping up to sit on the counter. “So,” he says, leaning forward eagerly to Gio. “When did you figure it all out?”
“Figure what out?” Gio asks, taking another casual sip of his coffee.
“All of the deep dark secrets of this strange little family,” Janeen says, joining the group and sipping her own cup of coffee that matches mine, which I grin to realize that Kent made her without her having to ask.
“Oh, almost immediately,” Gio says with a smirk.
“Lies,” Daniel says, grinning at him. “You’re not that clever.”
Gio laughs and puts his coffee down. “All right, not immediately,” he says, looking around. “Though Fay was the most obvious piece that didn’t fit.”
My jaw drops open and I give a squawk of protest. “Excuse me!” I say, holding up a finger, “I am not the weak link in this family!”