Free HIS: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Part Three) by Glenna Sinclair Page A

sent us to the hospital to have the babies DNA tested.
    It made little sense to me.
    I adjusted Vivienne’s cannula, smiling when she peeked at me from beneath long, dark lashes. I tried to imagine what Aurora looked like as a baby, but I couldn’t. She was a beautiful blonde with striking blue eyes and a perfectly square face. But both babies had round faces, dark eyes and hair. And their hair wasn’t falling out like I had assumed it would. There was nothing of their mother in their faces. But, there was enough of Nicolas to make that understandable.
    So why did this little spark of hope insist on sitting deep in my belly? 
     
    ***
    Saturday dawned sunny and perfect. It was supposed to be warm for a California spring day. I crawled out of bed and peeked in on the babies, pleased to find them both sleeping peacefully. Then, I crawled into the shower, unable to believe that by this time tomorrow, I was going to be Mrs. Nicolas Costa.
    Today was our wedding day.
    The backyard was decked out with streamers, a lovely arch, and dozens of chairs for our dozens of expected guests. Nicolas wanted to keep the affair intimate, so he only invited two hundred of his closest friends and colleagues. I, of course, only invited Constance and Kelly. Constance’s family, however, would fill out at least fifty of those chairs, and Kelly would be standing up with me, so she didn’t need a chair. But her date—whomever that would be—would.
    I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel, thinking about Nicolas doing the same thing down the hall. I so wanted to go down there and see him, to crawl into his arms and never leave them again. Just a few more hours, I reminded myself. Very soon I would have the legal right to never sleep in a bed alone, to never leave him alone, and to never be without him again.
    I couldn’t wait.
    Kelly was waiting for me in the bedroom when I stepped out. She giggled when she saw me.
    “I can’t believe you’re getting married! When all this started, I thought I needed to have you committed. But now…”
    “It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
    She lifted my dress off of the hook on the back of the closet door and danced around with it.
    “Getting married. Who’d believe it?”
    We fell onto the bed in a gale of giggles and reminisced about days gone by, high school and college, all the things we regretted and all the things we wished we could do again.
    “Guess what?” she finally asked.
    “What?”
    “I think I might be getting serious about someone.”
    I looked at her, surprised by the lack of amusement in her voice. In fact, rather than amusement, there was something like amazement lacing her words.
    That’s how I knew just how genuine she was.
    “Who?”
    She looked at me for a long minute. “Don’t get mad when I tell you.”
    “I won’t.”
    She bit her lip for a long second and then spit it out on one, long breath.
    “Daniel Davis.”
    I gasped and then laughed, as I threw my arms around her. “That’s great, Kelly.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. He’s a great guy.”
    “But he’s Virginia’s stepson.”
    “Yes. But he’s not her.”
    Kelly nodded. “He really is a good guy, Ana. And he treats me like I’m a queen. And, you know what else?”
    “What?”
    “We haven’t had sex yet.”
    That was the real shocker. Kelly once had sex with a guy within ten minutes of meeting him. It wasn’t her usual behavior, but it wasn’t that far off, either. For her to not have sex with Daniel was a really big deal. I was quite impressed.
    “It must be love.”
    She laughed. “It just might be.”
    ***
    I stood in front of a full length mirror in my wedding dress. It was a mermaid style that hugged all my curves with less than subtle ruffles flowing down the back. Kelly stood back and shook her head.
    “If I didn’t know you’d just had twins three months ago, I would never guess it.”
    I touched my belly, grateful for the stairs and the pacing with fussy babies that