His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

“So, tell me—what do you think?” I asked the girls as they all stared down at their plates. “I think we can you really can’t cook.” Luna spat out the food back onto her plate with a dirty look on her face.

“My God, I’m hopeless.” I sighed and slammed my head against the table. “I can’t clean, I can’t cook—wFaith collected the girls’ plates from the table and threw away the food before she walked towards me anhand on my shoulder. “You have people to do that for you—trust me, Christian doesn’t care.”

“Faith this is not something small, I couldn’t even follow a simple recipe? Don’t you think that’s sad?” I sof me failing to be a mom. No matter what, I couldn’t depend on maids I never even had in the first placto do things on my own.

“See, from now on I forbid you to watch these videos—we’re right here!” Olivia told me as Luna noddedshe says, and I also forbid you to learn Spanish through that toddler app—I’ll teach you!”

“You will?” I sighed relieved. “Yes, but you don’t need to be a perfect housewife for Christian—and you dpush yourself to learn a new language because of your parents!”

“They both learned to love you without it, so I promise you—they don’t care.” She reassured me. It was ntrying to help me, but I still felt useless. “Right,” I mumbled.

At that exact moment, the front door got opened and all of us stared at each other in shock. “Did you knthis early?” Faith asked, I shook my head. “Throw it all out, they can see this!” I spoke, referring to the buthe dozen cleaning supplies.

While the girls followed my orders I quickly walked to the front to keep them busy. “Christian!” I smiled ainto a hug as I stared at Matteo who was behind him.

“Why does it smell like a campfire?” Christian pulled away and scrunched his nose while thousands of ththrough my head. “Don’t ask, it’s much easier for everyone.” I walked past him and made my way to Ma“It’s like every time I see you—you end up looking prettier, let me look at you.” He held my hands and stlooked like I had just run a marathon.

He suddenly pulled out his phone, and took a picture of me—and there was nothing I could do about it. mother.” He explained with a satisfied smile on his face. Old people.

“What the hell is this smell?” Christian had still not finished, whatever he was doing—and made his way t“Oh hi, you guys smell that?” He asked the girls who all shook their heads in unison, all but Luna who noinstead.

“Serena tried to cook and clean, no big deal—we almost died in the process.” She told him. Matteo laugChristian frowned his eyebrows. “W-why?” He chuckled as I looked down embarrassed.

I liked the four of them better when they were still awkward with each other. “It’s because she wants to pLuna explained. If she could only keep her mouth shut for once. “I’m afraid she thinks you’ll leave her—buseless.”

“Serena—you couldn’t cook and clean since the moment I met you, and you transformed my room into —what’s the point of trying so hard when I already have my first impression of you?” He asked confusedcloser to place his hand on my belly.

been pushing herself to learn Spanish.” Olivia exposed me this time. I tried to read the look on

not the end of thus care about that.” He gave me a pitiful look.

to your two friends?” He looked at Faith

last word. Calling him by his name had become something usthere was no other way to introduce him. The

leaned forward in anticipation. “While yousteal Serena for a bit—if you don’t mind.” Christian grabbed my

of the room. While I dabout Olivia, leaving Faith and Luna in the same room as Matteo was not a great

seat next to him. “Why are you smiling at me?” I

hand as I tried to avoid his gazat you.” He

“How are you feeling?”

and the baby is good!” I remained positive. The truth was that I was suffocating and cooutside, but this was not the time to be selfish—not when everyone was ready to risk

and sighed. “You can barely see anything, she looks like an alien—doesnat all. Maybe you…but

it was exactly something Christian would say. His words

like drugs to my ears—ahelp but join him.

even louder and gave me a slap

with tears almost threatening to spill from“Your laugh is addictive.” I giggled and tried to calm down as he did

night.” I wiped away the tearand tried to change the subject. The smile

out to hold mine. “Let’s talk

a request for Johnny?” He asked me. A

and was

memories. It

thoufeelings were because of Beau, but they weren’t. “No, it’s because despite everything, we genuinely

there when I wasn’t.” He finished my sentence. I felt bad and did not know what to say, becawould be a lie and we both

promise you thchanged his statement. “Trust me or

“That sounds better.”

I have something to show you.” Christian suddenly pulled out his phone and scrolled through it bit to me. “Oh my god,” I spoke in disbelief as I looked at the pictures of