His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Christian dropped the pen from his hands and froze for a second before he looked up from his desk. I triface, but it showed no expression. Not a single frown, nothing.

“Yes, I’ve been pregnant for three months now and I thought you should at least know the truth. I don’t or your money, I don’t even need you to be there for the baby. But I just want you to know that I’m pregI’m keeping the bab-“

The moment a sigh left his mouth I stopped with my sentence and look at his clenched fist. I couldn’t heof fear and waited to see his reaction. “Three months?”.

“For how long have you known?” He asked in a calm but irritated tone. I knew he had a temper and I didprovoke him so, I was planning on giving him the truth he deserved. “Just a week.”

“As I told you, I’m perfectly fine on my own and I don’t need—no I don’t want you in my life and I’m noof that, but now you know,” I lied to his face. Yes, I didn’t need him in my life, but if he would be there tobaby it would’ve made things so much easier. I had not even expected to get out a word without a singlesomehow I had managed to do it.

“Are you nuts?” He asked as he stepped from behind the desk. The expression on his face was as cold astook a step back which each one he stepped forward and prepared myself for his outburst. I stepped bacwall and had nowhere to go. My first instinct was to cover my stomach with my hands so he couldn’t huI closed my eyes and prepared myself for whatever was about to come. “You’re carrying our baby, my batelling me you don’t want me to have anything to do with it. Are you insane, what the fuck is wrong without, while I flinched and looked down at my stomach.

“I-I didn’t think you were exactly waiting for a baby and…I’m sorry.” I apologized. Maybe Marc was right,misjudged him. Yes, his reaction scared me but so far it seemed like he was okay with this pregnancy.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He asked once again while I quickly nodded my head. I covered my stomach wwas afraid of his next move, but all he took was a deep breath.

“How are you, how is the baby, have you seen a doctor?” He asked as he showed a hint of worry on his fhelp but smile at his sudden change of behavior which was completely unexpected. I had prepared mysebut here he was, asking me about how I was doing.

I tried to read the expression on his face, but it was difficuhim. He seemed worried, happy,

a second but as quick as

I smiled but just as quickly I realized I had been fired awith a baby along

we getting your stuff, today?” Christian asked while I stared at him with frowned

you can move in.” He spoke as if it

His words hadand his reaction wasn’t as bad as expected, but I was still cautious about the kind of business he was in amyself or my child in that situation. All

I smoothly hid the fact that I had no desire to become a mob wion Christian’s face showed me that he was obviously not that impressed with

be. Let’s be realistic, we are so different, we will never be, but that doesn’t mtake care of you and the baby.” He spoke and looked down at my still flat stomach.

Ouch,

you.” I told him as politely as I coulprocess his words. “Serena…” He spoke and squeezed

will be a great mom because you seemhardworking person, but I am doubting myself, so please

words, but just in these few minutes, he had said more than I had ever I knew he meant well, and his offer sounded extremely tempting. I was willing to

ready to be a dad because I’m not even ready to btruthfully

choice, I think we have all the time to prepare ourselves, don’t you think?the look on his face worried

a look of doubt, and I don’t know whether he was doubting me, himself, or the baby, but I had seebefore