Sharing the news and even more food

I can’t believe that Vince thought I was pregnant with someone else’s child. It was a one night stand and we used protection. Do I regret that night? 99% of it I do but the 1% I don’t. Why? Because I have a business that I’m now running.

As I ate the crackers and drank more water, I did some reading that I felt like I was behind in. I was still exhausted since I hadn’t had a full night’s sleep so I set the alarm on both of my phones and fell back asleep.

While I slept, it was dreamless. I was thankful because I knew I was getting solid sleep that I desperately needed. I did have a strange feeling that Vince had joined me in bed and was holding me; occasionally caressing my body. I sorta woke up and in that state; I knew that Vince picked the lock. That booger; guess he was paying attention when I was teaching him how to pick locks!

“Hey, dear,” Vince said as he was nibbling my ear.

“Hey, boo,” I said.

“I’m sorry I hurt you by offending you earlier, honey. It was stupid of me to assume that our baby was not mine. Please forgive me!” Vince said.
“Only if you kiss me, “ I replied, with a wink.

Vince chuckled and obliged me. We cuddled up together, Vince’s hands covered my stomach in a protective but cute way.

“Babe?” I asked.

“Yes, love?”

“Are you happy?” I asked.

“I’m ecstatic, really! And a bit nervous,” Vince said.

“I’m scared shitless myself. Why are you nervous, babe?” I asked.

“This will sound stupid but I’m 19 years older than you. By the time this child will be out of high school, I’ll be in my 60’s and when they’re out of college, I’ll be close to my 70’s. I don’t want to make our child be embarrassed by me,” Vince said.

“Silly, yes but not stupid. You’re a wonderful and loving man who’s stuck with me. Our kid will have an entertaining upbringing. A mother who’s held jobs with the PD and FD, bouncer, bar tender, Broadway show going, Jack Daniels drinking and pasta eating Italian woman. Fine; a quarter Italian. A father who loves more of the classical and jazz type of music, loves rom –coms, drinks sherry and gin and tonics, pasta eating straight laced Italian man.” I said.

“Babe, I don’t think that this child will be allowed to leave the house or date or get married,” Vince said laughing.

“Why?”

“Um, let’s see……you’re with the po – po and the calendar men of the FD. I’m super strict. What did you call me when you were my student. Oh that’s right. A ‘straight laced, no fun having, jack ass who’s got a broom shoved so far up his ass, he can’t sit down’. Did I get that right?” Vince asked.

“Part of it. Yes I did call you that, but when you broke up with me 8 years ago,” I replied.

“Ah. See what happens when you get old? Can’t remember much,” Vince said.

“No….that happens when people have children. We have much to look forward to in 9 months, babe! Our child will be sucking our brain cells from us!”

“Scary thought!” Vince said chuckling.

“I’m sure there are certain things that you’d rather have sucked before our baby comes!” I said suggestively as I reached for his thick manhood.

We ripped our clothes off in a heartbeat and I started to give Vince the best bj he’s ever had. In a matter of seconds, I had him moaning my name. He flipped me over onto my back, spread my legs and entered me and we climaxed together.

After laying in each other’s arms for a bit, we got up, showered (together) and got dressed. We gathered our stuff to take a ride on my bike. I headed to my brother’s restaurant so Vince and I could have an early dinner.

My brother greeted me once we walked in. Someone from his staff took our helmets before my brother brought us to my favorite table in the far corner.

“Mio caro fratello, Vince e ho una grande notizia da condividere con voi. Il mio medico personale ha fatto una telefonata casa perché non mi sentivo bene. Dopo l'esame, il medico ci ha detto che sono incinta e un mese lungo (My dear brother, Vince and I have some great news to share with you. My personal doctor made a house call because I wasn't feeling well. After the examination, the doctor told us that I'm pregnant and a month along),” I told my brother.

“Congrats little sister. Did the bastardo make sure he moved up here to take care of you?” my brother asked.

“Hey. No need to call me a bastard, stronzo. I moved up here the day after we got married,” Vince said.

“Boys!! Enough!! Leave the testosterone outside. Gesù, Giuseppe e Maria!” I said. “Look, bro, I know that you don’t like the fact that MY husband is nearly 20 years older than me but you gotta get used to it, or at least try to! Just be happy that I found someone who loves me, respects me, takes care of me, encourages me to continue my jobs at the PD, FD and the office and will stand by my side when no one else will,” I said.

My brother just nodded and let it go. We talked about the restaurant, my jobs, what Vince is going to do. My brother offered Vince a job as the manager of the front of the house (the dining area) at $45 an hour. Vince said that I make more than enough to last he and I two lifetimes and suggested $30 an hour. My brother conceded and they shook hands on it. Vince would start this coming weekend to help. I raised an eyebrow towards my brother as if to say: “See? It wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Bro, you know how Vince was when we were in high school. He didn’t change when we dated 8 years ago and still hasn’t changed. If you have any problems with him, text me,” I said. “I have my ways to make him see my way!”

Vince blushed and was SO red. My brother laughed. After he caught his breath, he asked if we wanted what I usually order.

“The brussel sprouts are a must, two orders. The peppers  and both sopressatas  for Vince, the olives for me of course and the Sunday gravy also for me, the Carbonara for Vince, the rigatoni in the Vodka sauce for us to split,” I said.

“Wow. Changing it up, I see! Lemme guess. For dessert, two slices of cheesecake and the hazelnut gelato for dessert. You’ll be taking home 200 cheesecakes for the PD and FD and several gallons of the hazelnut gelato for you,” my brother said.
“Yep,” I said.

“You know, I had the feeling that you’d be in today so most everything is just about ready. I’ll bring out what’s ready when it’s ready,” my brother said.

“Sounds good,” Vince said. “Um, how are we gonna bring the leftovers, the cheesecakes AND the gelato home?”

My brother and I looked at each other and laughed.

“Should you tell him or should I?” my brother asked.

“You can. It’ll be funnier and it’ll keep me out of the dog house!” I said snorting with laughter.

“She takes the gelato home with her on the bike and then she gets a limo driven by Maxwell to bring the cheesecakes to her house,” my brother said as he begins to snort with laughter.

“How does she get the cheesecakes delivered to the PD and FD?” Vince asked.
“That’s easy. I have a designated person from both the PD and FD who’ll swing by with an assistant who’ll deliver the cheesecakes to the right place,” I said.

“Wait. You spent $8,000 plus tax and tip to order 200 cheesecakes from your brother’s restaurant, shell out an additional $200 to Maxwell to pick up and deliver the cheesecakes to you and you give him a $100 tip. On top of that, you pay your designated people and their assistants a total of $1200 to sort the cheesecakes and to deliver them ? That’s $95,00! You do that for 52 weeks? Hon, that’s $4,940,000 a year!” Vince said.

My brother and I are laughing even harder, both snorting so loudly.

“You wanna tell him?” my brother asked.

“Yeah I’ll tell him,” I said as I was trying to catch my breath.

“Tell me what? What’s so funny?” Vince asked.

“When I was 19, I bought stock in Coach, Versace, Kate Spade and Michael Korrs. Then they all hired me to run protective services on the heads of these companies. They all loved me so the heirs of these companies made me co heir. I’m worth money, honey!” I said. “I’m worth trillions!”

Vince looked at me and thought I was nuts.

“What do you do with all that money?” Vince asked.

“Well, I paid for my brother’s restaurant. For Thanksgiving and Christmas I buy turkeys and everything for the shelters and soup kitchens, provide bedding for the shelters, help food pantries out when they’re running low. I help low income areas by paying rent for a year and a half and hire a construction crew to fix up buildings. If hospitals need money, I donate some or if they need supplies, I ship the supplies to them. Right now, I’m trying to get the approval from all 5 boroughs for animal shelters to build 6 no kill animal shelters in each borough. So far, I have approval of 4 boroughs and 24 shelters are going up. The supplies are in storage, the staff have been hired; including several vets and vet techs for each shelter,” I said.

“Wow,” Vince said.