His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

“Do you need help, miss?” The female employee who had been watching my every move asked. I shook tried to cover myself up with my hoodie even more than I had already done. I had been standing in the pand staring at the different tests for a while now and was unsure of what to pick.

No one knew me around here and there was no shame whatsoever in being pregnant at the age twentyknow why I was so desperate to hide.

My eyes had immediately looked up the digital pregnancy tests which I could not afford, but I had to knothose were the most believable. Unfortunately, I did not know these things and was confused about howbuy. Should I go for two, three, four?

If a month ago someone would’ve told me that I would be buying a pregnancy test today I would’ve smthe face but yet here I was and couldn’t help but think why I was so irresponsible. Condoms existed for adecided not to use them because I relied on the birth control pills I knew I wasn’t always taking in as schthis could’ve been prevented.

Whenever I thought about it I couldn’t help but cry. I tried to hide my tears and planted as many happy tcould inside of my head so my tears wouldn’t fall, but before I knew it, it was too late and I had no contranymore. The first thing I did was look around me and wiped my tears, for my luck it was early in the mowasn’t that crowded.

“Miss, are you okay?” I heard the voice of a young boy ask me and wiped away my tears one last time bearound. He couldn’t be any older than ten and was looking up at me with kind bright eyes. How bad dida child have to ask me this question?

“Luis, I told you not talk to strangers!” A man who was walking towards our way spoke and was followedbehind. It only took me a second to recognize this man, it was the same man whose suit I had ruined witthe night of the club meeting.

The first thought which had occurred to me was to turn around and keep my mouth shut, but it seemed in my favor and all because of this young boy. “But she’s crying Vincenzo, and you told me to help peopVincenzo, that was his name.

victim ofhad hoped that he wouldn’t be able to recognize me, but when his eyes got big I knew that it

have seen anything. Itamazing to me how people continued the conversation despite seeing the other

and looked the other way. “I’m Luis and that there is Beau, but a quick quesyou crying, miss?” The little boy asked and received

a deep breath and tried to recover myself so he would leave me moment I started speaking

grabbed my wrist to raise my hand. “I thinbecause she’s pregnant!” Luis spoke and walked over to Vincenzo. Beau stayed behind and held his handfigured he was some kind

and finally let go of my hand. “All I waapologize for my little brother

brother’son this

on his face while Vincenembarrassment. I couldn’t help but laugh at the small pout he gave me

me a bright smile and shrugged his shoulders and I gave him one back. Growing up in a groupcouple of foster families I knew very well

changed the

even know if I’m pregnant!” I quickly defended myself, but only when he let out a

reason for you to be crying. I don’t want to involve myself in your personal life buprovide for a child is a blessing.” He said

really none of my business.” He apologized, and I felt bad for the way my words camesincere question and not meant to be a snarky