His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 247

Chapter 247

Three Years Later

I squeezed the ball gown dress around my body, desperate to see my little bump. Promising to get married within three years while not being pregnant was a stupid thing to do.

Especially when I had a husband who was a bit too obsessed with expanding our family as if a three-year- old and a two-year-old weren’t enough already.

That’s right. Baby three was on its way.

After having the grand and perfect wedding ceremony 1 had always dreamed of, it was time for the reception-and to be honest, I was over it already.

Morning sickness had not been the kindest to me, and I needed some sleep.

The two little demons running circles around me weren’t of that much help either. Siena, who was three, and our youngest son, a little ball of energy named after his grandfather-Lucio, had not taken any naps for the day.

One would expect them to be quiet, but no-it was the complete opposite.

“Come on, guys, knock it off,” I tried, knowing it wouldn’t work. They weren’t listening because they viewed Christian as the cool parent and me as the weak parent who could not give them any punishments.

“Lucio, don’t stop!” Siena encouraged her brother, pulling the ends of my dress.

“Yes, yes-Sisi!” Lucio listened to his sister as the two began to play a game of tag around my dress.

Siena was a stubborn toddler, a great speaker, and had a will of her own. She knew exactly what she did and didn’t want-and had no problem bossing others around.

She might look like her mommy, but everything else she had gotten from Christian.

“Siena, stop it!” I made another attempt. “Si-”

“Hey!”

I turned, and so did the children as Christian stood at the door opening with an unhappy expression.

As always, the two listened to their dad and let go of my dress to stand with good posture.

“Siena, Lucio.” Christian scolded the two. “What did I tell you about not listening to mommy?”

“Daddy? Bad, bad Sisi!” Lucio folded his arms, forcing an angry expression on his cute face. The overly manipulating ways of the two-year-old boy were a trait he didn’t get from either of us. Not even Christian was like that.

Franco had once shared that Christian’s dad used to do the same and always got away with everything. That’s how we concluded that Lucio’s behavior was nothing more than him honoring his grandfather.

“You did it too!” Siena stomped her tiny feet and folded her arms, imitating Lucio.

Her lips twitched out of anger, and she ran toward Christian. “Daddy!” She flew in his arms, followed by Lucio, who did not like losing.

“Thanks for that,” I spoke sarcastically as Christian lifted the two and held them upside down by their legs.

I guess old habits die hard.

“No need to thank me.” Christian shrugged, playing around with the kids. It gave me enough time to fix my dress and my hair. There were photographers in every corner, and everything had to be perfect.

“I want the same princess crown-like mommy-daddy! Siena demanded. “I need a gold one to fit grandpa’s necklace.”

Christian put the children back on their feet.

“Daddy will buy you whatever you want.” He got her hopes up.

“First say, I promise!” Siena pinched her dad.

“I promise!”

Christian. He did not know how to say

day a dog, then a pony.

to juggle his life and spend enough time with both children. I admired him for that.

you won’t even be able to divide your time between all of them? Those had been my original thoughts-but Christian proved me wrong and ensured not one child was lacking attention.

pants, trying to form a sentence. “Many, many!”

head through the door, being the strict grandma as always. “Sieria, Lucio-we’ve got to go.

the kids also listened to their grandma. Who wouldn’t? Cesca could be really scary if she wanted to.

mom, kindly telling her to leave, which

we have a few seconds to ourselves.” He smiled at me through the mirror. “So, how are you feeling, Mrs. Lamberti?”

repeated with a stupid grin. “It still sounds

“You look unreal.”

years were one of the best of my life. However, I was ready to take the next step.

place.” Christian joked around, mentioning

honor.

remained best friends, and after learning Jade was a wedding planner, our bond had only tightened as I had been planning this day

and he

and I had patched up our friendship and owned

so they wouldn’t have to go through the same misfortunes I

too seriously.” I thought about my friend who didn’t mess around with her schedule.

friends,” Christian said, shrugging. “And now you have them.”

did, and I

moving to the west coast, Jade had introduced me to many different people who had

Jade, were among my many bridesmaids. We had a

girls, thinking they might’ve forgotten about me-and they were afraid to contact me, thinking I would rather hang out with friends of

ready when you are.” I turned

“Let’s go.”

was blasting from the speakers, and as always,

and I didn’t care for any of that. Just the thought of taking home all

what it used to be before I got in

arm with Vince’s as we were in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a bunch of drunk people. Christian, who had been drinking and was nowhere to be seen, was having

this very day for a long time, so I wanted him to

worry. I won’t.” Vince spoke over the loud music. “You’re holding me hostage.

brother, Nic, had moved back-the Garcia’s were on a mission to restore all Fabio had destroyed. Unfortunately for Vince, being in a room with a bunch of families that had

and we told him that–but he wouldn’t take

the side-eyes and backlash we had been receiving for still being involved

his job to keep my relationship with Christian in check and had a habit of making sure he was still treating me right.

about.” I sighed, exhausted. “Drunk.”

chortled, nudging Beau’s shoulder, and a sigh escaped from my

her heart was one

at me.” Beau pointed to Isobel, who had her

and Ethan waved their tiny hands to their daddy while their mom was too busy trying

made

of my niece and

Sala’s were still running Siena’s hotel brand until she turned of age, and I didn’t want to create an uncomfortable atmosphere for my daughter. She loved the Sala’s and had stayed over at Emma

you,” I spoke for what

throwing back his head. “I’m good. I

commented. “It’s good to see you happy.”

good to be free finally,” Beau spoke, patting our shoulders. “If the two of you don’t mind—I’ll go back to enjoying my freedom!” His eyes

“I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if

shouldn’t have mistreated him.” Someone as kindhearted as Vince

“You think?”

leaned his head over my shoulder.

one, and you’re annoying.” I pushed

while when he was too boring, serious, and all about business–but

the years passed, he had become more open and

associated with him. Neither did I.

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