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?

always gone before I wake up. Ytime for me

cheek. “Then tell me, whose fucking life do you think I’mprotect?” He spat

for a day? Do you know how many nights I’ve stayed awake, trying to figureprotect the both of you?” He lost his temper and

time for myself because all my time goes towards protecting you and the baby—and that’that’s my 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

ranted.

not in the right state of mind, let’s talk tomorrow.”

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

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to an empty bed and a lot of noise next door. The first thing I did

as he put together the baby crib. He brought all

it, I felt guilty for the way I approached the

doing?” I

told me, stuff like this means a lot more when I do it on my own, rather than letting people do it,

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

he already sick of

screw things

going to break

happen again.” He grabbed both of my hands. “I waturned to alcohol

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

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

was suffocating and I had to do something so 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

the back and forth

He suddenly spoke. “W-what?” I stuttered and

reassured me and walked forward to hwant to protect both

was

wrapped my arms around his waist before I threw

and pulled my head away so 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

was losing Christthough I sounded a bit desperate at times and did definitely not want to do this—I

chest and held him tighter. “Are you doing this bgetting sick of