His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

It was a few days further and I was still three months pregnant. Nope, absolutely nothing had changed ashit. After finishing up my week behind the bar it was the weekend and somehow I managed to call in sicout of the picture and so was Lucio who was at first surprised to see me in the kitchen but didn’t pay lotsit.

I knew that if I had to work it tonight it would’ve been time to start dancing again, but I also knew that I at least not with a baby in my belly. After looking up several job applications I had quickly found out thatwaiting on a college drop out.

My hands grasped for the abortion clinic booklet and I held it tightly. Why did it have to be this difficult?The most logical action would be to go with my original plan and to abort the baby as soon as possible. something of my own but I also wanted to give my child the life it deserved. Adoption was out of optionmyself very well, I got too attached way too quickly and would never be able to give up my child. Keepinsomething I did not have the heart for even if I wanted to.

I looked down at the contact number at the back of the booklet and typed it in on my phone but regrettsomeone had actually picked up. I had expected getting an abortion was an easy thing to do and that thfollow quickly after that, but it didn’t. Unfortunately, I did not prepare myself for all the questions which including the question of why I wanted the abortion, but what was I even thinking? Upon hearing my unnurse made an appointment for the next day so I could talk things over and get more explanation.

The word ‘discuss’ scared me. I did not want to discuss anything because I knew that the longer I waitedregret my decision. It was not that I didn’t want to become a parent, because I wanted to, but what was tbeing pregnant when you could not even enjoy your pregnancy?

To make matters worse, the internet was my best friend, so I looked up the abortion process and even wvideos as if reading about it wasn’t painful enough.

Just the thought of it made me run to the bathroom to throw up for what would be the fourth time todabeing morning sickness, it was more-so a combination of nerves and disgust. I just wanted this to vanishon with my life and never make the same decision again.

On the bright side, I wouldn’t get that many questions from the girls because Faith and Luna were the onSee, being a loner did have its advantages.

become my best frieyou were supposed to confide in your friends, but telling them I got pregnant by our boss’

been. “Who’s theexpecting nothing back because I definitely did not expect anyone.

house to clean up. My first instinct was to hide the abortioon the tv, and to throw a blanket on the couch to make it seem like I

walked to the door and opened it. “You called in sick.” That was all he said and inwhile looking around. He had two bags in his hands, which made me worry because it seemed like he waanytime soon. “I

known him he became a

look terrible, I told my sons to take care of you and they have you out here looking like some grim worries, I have the

but having the wrong choice of words was unfortunately something thLamberti family, a curse that

myself under the blankets. Lucio was a man of orders, so telling hfor him to leave would not only be extremely disrespectful but also a waste of my breath. “Fine,

over soon,” I reassured him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. At times I fouhow my brains worked. One of the reasons why I didn’t want to bring the baby into this

I had no reason to fanything I admired him, so why was I

table, we have to talk,” Lucio spoke. I was afraid for this ‘talk’ but after he had coomeal for me, obeying him was the least I could do so I wrapped the blanket around my body and walkedkitchen to sit at the opposite side of him. “Here you go, eat it all.” He told me and placed a bowl of soupI didn’t know whether it was my pregnancy or the fact that I couldn’t cook for shit so only ordered food,time and ate the soup as my life depended on it. Lucio had a proud father-like smile on his face and quiewhile I was eating, and I couldn’t help but wonder. “Do you treat

head. “I don’t even treat my own daughters like this, so appreciate it if you told me

begging you to sdoing because look at you child. I’ll find you another job,

my spoon and stopped eating for a second. Bad would’ve been an understatemenabout my actions. Lucio was aware that I had no parents, so that was most likely the reason why he paid attention to me, which was not crazy. He must’ve thought I was exhausted while that wasn’t the only casanyone to take care of me, I had always been on my own and even though I sometimes got jealous whenothers with their family, I