Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) (19 page)

“They are perfect,
hermosa
, so fucking perfect,” he mumbles.

I completely lose my composure when a tear slips from his eyes.

“They are?” I ask through my sobs.

“The boy is only two pounds and five ounces, he is so tiny. The girl, she’s so strong, just like her mama. She’s three pounds and two ounces. They are going to be fine, Vic. They are on breathing machines and they will need to be here for a while, but they are fighters just like you,” he explains.

I let out the air I didn’t realize I was holding in a whoosh.

“We need to name them before everybody shows up down here,” I mutter. Carlos sits down on the bed next to me.

“What about Lucia and Leonardo?” I suggest.

They are names I have been mulling over in my head for days, I just haven’t had a chance to bring them up to Carlos before.

“I love them. Luc and Leo,” he mumbles. I roll my eyes. He loves nicknames.

A few moments later, my room is filled with people. Amalie and Jarrod arrive with food and smiles. Jackson and Maggie are there with presents. Pete and Libby even appear out of nowhere and I hug my best friend tightly.

“It’s going to be okay. With you as their mom, no way are they not scrappy assed fighters,” Libby whispers in my ear.

I can’t help it, I burst out into laughter.

My girls surround me on the bed while the men huddle in the corner, obviously uncomfortable at even having to be in the hospital. I look around at all these people surrounding us.

Our friends.

Our family.

We are all from different socioeconomic backgrounds, from different cities, states, and yet we’re best friends and most importantly
family
.

My eyes catch Carlos’ and he smiles. I return his smile. I am finally calm. I am at peace. We have this. With all of the support and love surrounding us right now, how could we not? We will conquer whatever comes our way, no matter what it is.

Together
.

One Year Later

I
GRAB A BEER AND
twist the top off before taking a long pull. I need it today. Today my babies turn one year old. Victoria has been up my ass to make the day perfect, as if I wouldn’t want the day to be perfect myself.

Crazy fucking woman.

Jarrod slides up next to me, twisting the cap off of his own beer before looking down at me with a grin.

“Birthday parties—who thought of all this shit?” he mumbles.

I laugh. Amalie’s parties are over the top. In fact, they had a fucking petting zoo at Clara’s birthday last year. Complete with pony rides.

“Women,” Jackson grumbles.

I grin because the man is surrounded by women, just as he’s always wanted. Their second baby is a girl, a few months younger than my twins. We’ll be partying again here shortly.

“You guys are a bunch of whining pussies,” Pete barks with a wide smile.

“Can you believe they’re one? Seems like only yesterday I was scared out of my skull that they wouldn’t make it at all,” I murmur.

“Knew they would make it, knew they would be perfect,” Jackson says, surprising me. He had faith that I didn’t necessarily possess there at the beginning.

I gave good false bravado for Victoria’s sake, but when I had to take her home and leave them there at the hospital, it almost killed me. I prayed every night that they would be okay.

It took three full months before they could come home and join their family. That was the hardest three months of my life. Victoria was a goddamned trooper, but she was a mess the entire time. I let her be a mess. I didn’t try to talk her up or tell her everything would be fine because I didn’t know if it would be.

We made it, because we stuck together, but it was a rough fucking road every step of the way.

I wouldn’t change one thing about us. About our lives and about our road to get to where we are today. My family is everything. My Vic is the air I breathe and my kids are my fucking world. Everything we’ve gone through has lead me to where I am today.

I watch Victoria chase after Lucia and I smile. She’s my hellion. She’s my little spitting image of Victoria and she’s going to turn my black hair grey as a teenager; but she’s also going to make some man indescribably happy—after she drives him indescribably insane. He’ll have to be good enough for her, of course, and I’m going to make sure that he is; me and her brothers that is—along with her self-appointed uncles and cousins.

My girls are going to have a tough road to adulthood and finding love, but the men they settle with will appreciate all the work they had to put in to get them. My girls are worth all of it and more.

“You do realize that this youngest daughter of yours is full of piss and vinegar, do you not?” David asks, a bemused look on his face.

“I do,” I agree with a grin. “What did she do to you?”

“I asked her what she wanted for her birthday and she held out one hand and put the other on her hip. Fuck me, she looked exactly like Vic, it frightened me. Then she looked right into my eyes with those golden ones of her own and said
mo-mo dabi’
. That little girl requested fucking cash.” He bursts out laughing, as do the other men surrounding me.
She
would request cash, too. I totally buy his story one hundred percent.

Victoria through and through, right there.

“She probably wants to buy makeup. I swear she takes mental notes every morning. She toddles in and sits right on the edge of the bathtub every single morning and watches Vic intently while she puts on her makeup. I’m fucking terrified of her growing up,” I confess.

David nods as if he completely gets me. He must sense my fear.

“I wish they would never grow up. I wish they would stay young and innocent forever. It’s fun, them being babies and then toddlers. I never realized how much fun it really was,” he says, staring at his own toddler, Gage.

“We’re lucky sons-of-bitches,” Pete murmurs as he takes in his own wife.

Libby is due any day now with their second baby. I glance at my friend and watch as his eyes soften on his wife. He’s taking her in as she plays with their daughter Lillian, who is rough and rowdy, just like Pete. Another minute goes by before the man can’t handle it anymore and stomps off toward his wife, wrapping her in his arms.

“We are, you know,” I say nodding to Victoria.

“Yeah, I know. The fuckin’ luckiest,” Jarrod murmurs before he’s off and heading toward Amalie. She is cradling their newborn baby in her arms, baby number three for them.

“Don’t know any other men as lucky as we are,” Jackson mutters before he’s off to Maggie’s side, too.

We are complete and total pussies.

I wouldn’t want it any other way either.

The party is over.

My babies are one year old.

I feel a bit of sadness, but mostly I feel pride and happiness.

There was a time when I thought they wouldn’t make it. It was touch and go for a little bit, but a year later, they are so strong, so vibrant, so full of life, and always full to the brim of energy.

Once all of the party-goers left, Carlos instructed me to take a nice hot bath. He told me he would get all of the kids ready for bed and tucked in. Honestly, he probably just wanted to get laid and needs me to calm the fuck down after the craziness of the past week. I don’t blame him. I have been kind of crazy. It isn’t every day your rambunctious twins turn one year old. I had to make the whole affair perfect.

“
Morenita
,” he murmurs, walking into the bathroom where I am currently soaking in the tub. His voice is low and dripping with need.

“Los,” I groan, knowing exactly what he needs, because I need it too.

“Come to bed. Get in the middle. Hands and knees. Show me that gorgeous fat ass of yours,” he instructs. A chill runs through my heated body.

Oh, yeah.

I practically fly out of the bathtub and dry off as quickly as possible before I dive into the center of the bed and get into position—like fucking lightning.

I’m on my knees, my ass in the air, waiting for my man.

“So fucking gorgeous, my
Chile Pepper
,” he murmurs from somewhere behind me. I don’t dare try to steal a look. I want all the good stuff coming my way, I don’t want to ruin a thing.

“You’ve lost even more weight,” he mutters.

I try not to laugh. I’ve been dieting, trying to get this baby weight
gone
, and every time I lose another pound I rejoice and Carlos bitches about how my ass is shrinking away again.

SLAP

I yelp, not expecting the slap to my ass that Carlos delivers. When his large hand begins to rub the tender skin, I feel the heat shoot straight to my pussy. I moan, unable to hold myself back.

“Face on the mattress. Give me your hands,” he orders. I quickly position my chest and cheek on the mattress before bringing my hands to my lower back.

“Mmmm,
hermosa
,” he hums.

I feel something soft wrap around my wrists and I know it must be the soft rope he bought online a few months ago. He’s become quite fond of online sex toy shops and has been ordering from them like a madman lately.

Something cool drips down the crack of my ass and it is my turn to moan. I know something forbidden yet delicious is coming and I can’t wait.

“You done being a psycho bitch about birthday parties being fucking perfect, Vic?” he asks.

The edge to his voice should frighten me, but it doesn’t.

I trust my husband implicitly.

“Maybe,” I mumble, like the true smartass I am.

“Mmmm.
Maybe
you’ll be done after I fuck you nice and hard,” he grumbles. I can’t help my pussy from quivering at the anticipation.

Something smooth and cool slides through the crack of my ass before it presses slightly against my clit and then returns back. I gasp when I feel it pressing against my back entrance and Carlos chuckles as he gently guides it inside of me. I gasp when it is fully inside of me and begins to buzz.

Fuck
.

A vibrating butt plug.

I’m going to fucking die.

I am quickly turning into mush.

A pile of want and need.

“Please,” I beg unable to wait a second longer.

Carlos answers my silent prayer, my pleading, when he fills my pussy with one long, smooth deep thrust.

“Perfect. Tight. Wet. Fucking hell,
morenita,
” he groans.

I feel one of his hands slide up my spine and bury in my hair, his fingers twisting, and holding on tight. His other hand holds onto the rope between my wrists.

“I need more, I need you,” I cry out when he doesn’t move immediately.

I want to cry.

I’ll do anything he asks right now.

I am too full, too wanton, too fucking —
everything
.

“Then you’ll have me,
heromosa
. So fucking perfect. So fucking mine. Every goddamned sweet and spicy inch of you,” he murmurs before he pulls out of me and slams back inside.

I feel my cheek and chest slide across the bed, but I close my eyes, exhaling in sweet relief.

Carlos uses my body,
uses
me
, but pleasures me all at the same time. He feels so fantastic slamming in and out of me, his punishing force freeing. I can feel my pussy tighten, the pulsing of my release close, but yet too far away. I whimper, knowing that I will not come until he allows me, until he forces it from my body, until he completely frees me.