Chapter 88 Family.

Chapter 88 Family.
♤《Andrea’s P.O.V 》♤

We were on my newest jet, making our way to Europe‐Greece-and I found myself stealing glances at her every so often, as if I'd turn away for one second too long and she'd disappear.

Fuck, I needed to get a hold of myself.

Her strawberry and mango body wash filled the atmosphere around us. She was distracting without even trying to be. I couldn't focus on the spreadsheets laid open on my laptop, nor the contracts I'd spent the last three months fighting tooth and nail to secure. None of it seemed nearly as appealing while she sat across from me, slurping away at her strawberry milkshake while scrolling through her phone.

This was exactly what I'd wanted for so long.

And now that she's finally mine, I didn't know how to fucking drink it in. Part of me was scared to enjoy this too much, too afraid something would go wrong. My life had taught me that the moment you became too comfortable, too happy, something always came to rip it away from you.

Yet despite that fear, I couldn't wait to prove to her just how much she meant to me. I planned to spend every day reassuring her that she’d made the right decision. Leaving New York behind. Leaving that life behind. Choosing me.

Choosing us.

"We should go shopping for baby clothes."

Alezandra’s voice pulled my attention away from my laptop screen. Before I could respond, Liam immediately spoke up.

"Can I come too?"

His eyes lit up as he sat straighter in his seat, looking between Alex and I with excitement written all over his face.

My fiancée nodded, pulling the straw away from her lips.

"Of course. We could get matching pajama sets for you and the baby. How cute would that be?" She giggled, then suddenly hiccuped before her brows pinched together in discomfort. Her nose wrinkled as she looked down at the now-empty milkshake cup before sliding it away from herself.

I noticed the shift instantly.

Liam, however, remained completely oblivious.

"Okay, deal. Is it a boy or girl?"

My mouth fell open slightly and I looked toward Alex for an answer.

She fucking shrugged.

"We don't know yet," I answered for her.

"Then how are we supposed to know whether to get blue... or pink?" Liam frowned deeply, clearly taking this matter very seriously.

"Umm, we could get yellow, green, orange. There are plenty of differentcolourss to choose from until we know the gender."

Alex was trying to explain, but Liam visibly zoned out the moment she mentioned orange.

The kid hated orange with an unreasonable passion.

I chuckled quietly before finally shutting my laptop.

"Maybe not orange," I told her.

"Okay, fine. No orange." Alex rolled her eyes dramatically.

Liam spoke again almost immediately.

"Or black. Unless the baby is goth."

I frowned over at my son. He just shrugged.

Alex snorted beside him before breaking into laughter, the sound soft and genuine enough to make my chest tighten painfully.

God.

I fucking loved hearing her laugh.

"Where exactly did you even learn what goth means?" I asked Liam.

"YouTube."

Of course...

I rubbed a hand over my jaw while Alex leaned forward in her seat.

"If the baby comes out wearing all black and listening to metal music, we're so blaming you."

This made Liam gasped.

"No, we're blaming you because you're the one carrying it."

I nearly choked trying not to laugh. Alex pointed at him with narrowed eyes.

"You know what? No matching pajamas for you anymore."

"What?!" Liam sat up straighter.

"That's not fair!"

I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms as I watched the two of them argue back and forth. It felt... normal. Way too normal. Like we'd been doing this for years already.

Alex eventually groaned softly, pressing a hand against her stomach before leaning further back into her chair.

"You okay?" I asked immediately.

Her eyes flickered toward me.

"Yeah. Just nauseous again." My expression tightened instantly.

"You barely ate anything before getting on the jet."

"Andrea, if I eat too much I'm gonna throw up all over your expensive plane." Liam looked horrified.

"Can you actually do that?"

Alex deadpanned,

"Watch me."

"Christo santo," I muttered under my breath.

Her lips twitched slightly.

I reached over, grabbing the untouched bottle of water beside her and handing it over.

She took it quietly this time, which told me she genuinely wasn’t feeling well.

That alone was enough to put me on edge.

"You should sleep for a bit," I told her.

She shook her head immediately.

"I can't sleep on planes."

"You slept on my shoulder for two hours during the flight to Miami."

"That doesn't count."

"Why?"

"Because I was emotionally exhausted and slightly sedated by your cologne."

Liam gagged dramatically from across the table.

"Ew..."

Alex burst into laughter again while I stared at my son in disbelief.

"You're becoming disrespectful."

"You say worse words than me."Unfortunately, he was correct.

Alex smirked into her water bottle while I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I used to think my life was complicated before.

Now I was on a private jet to Greece with my pregnant fiancée and my smartass son arguing about goth babies and matching pajamas.

And somehow, despite the fucked up shit that happened to us, not to mention the uncertainty of what our lives will be like as of now... despite the fact that half the world probably thought we'd all lost our fucking minds... I had never felt more at peace in my entire fucking life.

I'm so fucking glad she left Jaxon at the Altar...

Author’s Note:

Soooo who would you have picked?

Option A: Jaxon, the man who represents security, stability and a carefully planned future. The kind of man who thinks in generations, legacy and wealth. Also a man who loves deeply, provides endlessly and would make sure you never struggle a day in your life... buttt would never place you above the empire and family name he spent his entire life protecting.

Or Option B: Andrea, the man who loves like a wildfire. Controlling, obsessive and intense in every possible way. The kind of man who would move heaven and earth to keep you, even if it meant burning everything else down in the process. A man willing to give you absolutely everything, but whose love comes with possessiveness...

Whew... now that I’m really sitting here thinking about it, they’re both toxic in their own ways. My bad y'all, lmaoo😭😂