Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) by Hayley Faiman

food.
    “Do you think I don’t forgive you, or that you have to make things up to me?” I blurt out.
    “Well, I was a shit. I was wrong, but I apologized and you accepted,” he says with a shrug as he shovels fries into his mouth.
    “Why did you want to take me shopping? You never take me shopping, and then you bought me whatever I wanted,” I point out. He stops mid chew and throws his food down before turning to me.
    “I bought it for you because you needed it and you wanted it. I’m a cheap ass, I know, but you’re carrying my babies. I haven’t made the beginning of this pregnancy easy on you and I want to change that. This is for sure the last time you’ll ever be pregnant. This is the last time I’ll watch your body grow to accommodate and give life to my children, carina . I want it to be a positive experience, for all of us.”
    “The last time?” I ask, unable to let the rest of his beautiful words sink in or I’ll cry.
    “I made an appointment for myself, Vic. Four babies is enough,” he grins.
    “Yeah?” I ask in surprise.
    “Yeah. I’m stubborn and sometimes I need to be hit over the head to get shit to sink in, but I’m not a fool. We need to upgrade the house, the car, and you need help. Also, you were right, I should have gotten the vasectomy when you wanted me to, but I didn’t. God decided that we needed two more babies in our lives and I’m happy, excited even. This change, it feels good. These babies are a blessing,” he presses his hand to my belly and the tears that I was trying to hold back fall from my eyes.
    “Los,” I whisper.
    “Hurry and eat, we have a meeting with a real estate agent in an hour,” he announces.
    I can’t help the gigantic smile that forms on my lips at his words. He’s serious. Everything he’s telling me is truthful and I love it, I love him, and I love this life we have.
    Carlos drives us toward Park Avenue and I gape at him. We don’t live in a crappy apartment, but Los has always been frugal. We aren’t extremely flashy people but this apartment building is just that, flash .
     

    We walk up to the building and head inside, where the reception area is. There is a man in a three-piece suit and when he sees us, I swear, dollar signs appear in his eyes. He must be Pete’s realtor. He knows exactly who I am and greets me with a firm handshake before he shoots my wife a kind smile. I’m sure it’s all bullshit, but I don’t care. I’m used to people being nice to me just because of my name. I hate it, but I’m used to it.
    He starts to tell us all about the building as we make our way to the elevator. The building was built in 1925 and this elevator opens to our own private elevator landing. I like the privacy and the security the building offers. Victoria is in awe as she looks around at the opulence of the architecture.
    Once we step inside of the apartment, my mouth drops. It’s fucking gorgeous. It has marble flooring and a formal dining room, formal living area, a family room, and a chef’s kitchen — whatever the fuck that means . There is also a library and two bedrooms, plus the master.
    “Los, we could turn this library into the babies’ room and still use the built in shelves for decorations and books,” she points out. I watch the real estate agent cringe at her idea.
    “How many children do you have? There are two other bedrooms,” he offers. Victoria turns to him and narrows her eyes. I hope she can reign in the bitch, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.
    “We have two and I’m pregnant with twins,” she says haughtily. I chuckle and he looks at her like she’s got horns on her head.
    “ Four children? In the city? ” he asks.
    I don’t think he meant to actually ask the question aloud, but he did. Now my wife is turning red with her spicy as shit temper.
    “That’s why we’re looking for a bigger place. We’re going to outgrow our place soon,” I say, cutting off my wife’s reply.
    “This