Only With Me (With Me #2)(77)

       
        

Gabi's eyes widened in horror at the sound of more than one person shouting out. "Oh. My. God. There are more people here?"

I nodded. "This is my family, Gabi. There is always more than one person."

Her head dropped to my chest. I thought she was crying when her body started to shake, but when I lifted her chin to look at me, she was laughing.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

She shook her head and let out another chuckle before asking, "Ready for what?"

"To spend the rest of your life in this crazy-ass Greek family of mine."

Her smile dropped and tears quickly filled her eyes.

She looked so damn cute when she nodded. "There's nothing I want more in this life than to deal with your crazy-ass Greek family."

Leaning down, I brushed my lips across hers. "Good."

Gabi and I quickly pulled our shirts back on. Before walking into the kitchen where everyone was, I pulled Gabi to a stop.

"There is one little thing I do have to tell you about."

Her brows pulled together with a concerned look. "Besides that your mother overheard you just now."

I groaned. "Yes, besides that."

"Okay, what is it?"

"My mother kind of did something insane. Like really insane."

Gabi stared at me. "What did she do?"

"She took your hair and had a DNA test done to see if you had any Greek in you."

It was like she was staring straight through me she was so stunned. "Gabi? Hey, are you okay?"

Waving my hand in front of her face, she didn't even blink.

"Gabi, she didn't mean any harm. Hey, talk to me, prinkipissa."

Her eyes lifted to mine. "Oh. Oh. I know exactly when she got my hair sample!"

"You do?" I asked with a shocked voice.

She laughed then looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and asked, "What did the results say?"

I jerked my head back. "Huh?"

"The results. What did it say?"

"You're not mad?"

With a shrug, she answered. "I mean, I'm not going to say that I don't find it a little odd, but then again, I don't find it strange at all. It's weird."

I laughed. "It said you were three percent Greek."

Gabi covered her mouth and chuckled. "No way!"

Nodding, I said, "It did."

She laughed. "Nick, that is impossible. I've done my family tree back for hundreds of years. I'm full-blown Italian."

He winked. "Let's just let her believe." I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and guided her into the kitchen. 

"She's going to expect me to fall in love with Greek food now."

I tossed my head back and let out a roar of laughter before I said, "Hell, she's going to expect you to give up Italian cooking for Greek."

Moaning, she dropped her head against my shoulder.

"Welcome to the family, baby."





FOUR MONTHS LATER



"WHAT DO YOU mean you're making Irish desserts?"

Glancing over to Katerina, I stared at her for a few seconds. By now, I was starting to figure out Nic's mother. She was a hard nut to crack, but I was somehow making my way in and learning how to maneuver around in this family.

It was the pretend three percent Greek in me.

"Well, Kilyn is Irish, so I thought for her baby shower, a few Irish desserts would be fun to do."

She stood there staring at me with her mouth gaped open. "What is wrong with baklava or katifi?"

Shrugging, I replied, "Nothing."

"Most of the guests will be Greek!"

"Probably," I said with a chuckle.

"Then why not make a Greek dessert. Something everyone would enjoy?"

I was having a hard time holding back my smile. "Katerina, you're more than welcome to make the desserts if you'd think everyone would prefer Greek."

Narrowing her eyes at me, she forced a smile and waved her hand around. "No. Kilyn specifically asked for you to handle the desserts."

I smiled. "Besides, it will be fun for everyone to try something new."

Katerina huffed.

Going back to reading Kilyn's and Thano's baby registry, I couldn't help but notice Katerina glancing around the house.

Peeking up, I watched her walk over to one of the kitchen cabinets and open it. Any other woman would have been pissed, but I knew this was part of the Nic package. And I knew that privacy was something his family didn't do. I learned that the day Nic practically had sex with me in front of his mother and aunts when they decided to come over and cook him some meals so he didn't starve.

"Did Nic get new mixing bowls?"

I fought to roll my eyes.

"Nope. Those are mine."

Another cabinet opened. "He bought new plates?"