His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

“You’re awake?” Christian spoke in an irritated tone. I removed my headphones and put down the tabletcommunicate with him. “Yes…I couldn’t sleep.”

He scoffed and sighed before he walked off to the bathroom, not saying another word. “Did I do somethWe were obviously all tensed, and having Marc around had calmed my nerves. Instead of thinking aboutlife was in, I had found the motivation to keep myself busy with other stuff instead—like the baby room.I felt terrible about being scared, and I did not want my bad energy to rub off on Christian. Not until I hasquirrel, all of this seemed so fake—but now that I knew it was real, things were different. I was afraid, tecrying wouldn’t do anyone any good. At least that was what I thought, but Christian’s reaction made meI did push it?

He walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and threw on some sweatpants while ignorexistence. “I missed you.” I tried talking to him, but all he did was roll his eyes as he joined me in bed. Wgetting sick of me?

“You smell like alcohol,” I whispered, earning myself a glare. “Glad to know your nose still works.”

“Christian, where were you?” I blurted out. My insecurities were getting the best of me, and I wondered iback to his old ways. He turned his head to face me and frowned. “Where do you think?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking,” I spoke, but nothing could’ve prepared me for his answer. “Then d“Okay…it was just a question.” I turned my head. This was the last thing I wanted to deal with at the momwasn’t his day.

It didn’t take long before I turned my head again and stared at him as he typed away on his phone. “Whproblem.” He almost growled out. “Don’t be like this, tell me what’s wrong…that’s what you’re supposedrelationship,” I spoke in a calm tone.

“So did you find out more about why someone gave me a dead animal?”

“Serena, please know your place and don’t ever ask me about my work ever again. Because while you arout sparkly paint—I’m fighting for your life.” He spoke in annoyance and turned off the night light.

So that was the issue, me ordering baby stuff? Right, maybe it wasn’t the smartest move and a bit selfishdid he expect me to do when he wouldn’t talk to me about work?

“Christian—I didn’t…, can we talk?” I asked him and touched his shoulder, but he pushed me away. “Not not in the right state of mind to talk and I don’t want to hurt your feelings…let’s talk tomorrow.”

I ignored him, and once again touched his shoulder. Knowing something was wrong made me worry, andfor getting even less sleep than I had gotten yesterday. “I know you’re angry with me and I want to apolocareless and for…ordering paint or whatever but—“

“I’m not angry.” He sighed. “Okay? Then why are you being like this?”

Christian turned his head and turned on the light again so he could face me. “Being like what, Serena?”

“I don’t know… this Mr. Scrooge behavior?” I caressed his cheek and saw his eyes soften. “Just go to bedtalk tomorrow.”

We’ll talk tomorrow?

because you’ll be here tomorrow? You’re not even here and you’re always gone before

tell me, whose fucking

Serena can’t get sleep for a day? Do you know how many nights I’ve stayed awake, trying to figureprotect the both of you?”

responsibility, and I know that you’re not exactly the smartest and that you’ve probably lost evcells because you’ve done nothing useful these past months but just for once please use your

ranted.

the tear rolling down my cheek, he stopped and had a guilty look on his face. “SeI’m not in the right state of mind,

have to face him. If I had just listened and kept “Serena, I—” Christian sighed, and grabbed

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woke up to an empty bed and a lot of noise next door. The first

my eyes and stared as he put together the baby crib. He brought all

I felt guilty for the way I approached the situation and

I asked and walked

like this means a lot more when I do it on

apologized first and gave him a back hug. “Serena, we need to talk.” Christiangesture and gently

already sick of

I screw

he going to break up

“I waturned to alcohol instead of turning to you—who is always by my side, and for that, I’m so

you talking about your feelings now?” I chuckled and held my hand against his forehead to feel

and what I said was out of line. I know you’re doing everything you can

I ordered all this stuff, but it was neto hurt your feelings and it was a bit thoughtless, so I’m sorry for that too.” I spoke, but he shook his heawas being immature, and I should be the one

forth apologies as he took a

I stuttered and took a

safe for you anymore.” Christian reassured me and walked forward to hwant to protect both you and the

not liking where this conversation was

him and wrapped my arms around his waist before I threw my

he could stare right into my eyes, as he touched both sides of myto send you away for a bit, just until things are safe.” He spoke and observed my face to read my reactiofew months, I need you and

fear was losing Christthough I sounded a

He pulled me in to hug. I rested my head in his chest and held him tighter. “Are you doing this bgetting sick of my reckless