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!”

was a spoiled little girl, and it was all because of Christian. He did not know how to say no to

the next day a dog, then a pony. Who knew what would happen the

busy schedule, Christian had always managed to juggle his life and spend enough time with both

all of them? Those had been my original thoughts-but Christian proved me wrong and ensured

candy!” Little Lucio pulled Christian’s pants, trying to form a sentence. “Many, many!”

the strict grandma as always. “Sieria,

and grabbed her hand. Besides Christian, the kids also listened to their grandma. Who wouldn’t? Cesca could be really

his mom, kindly telling her to

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

a stupid grin. “It still

“You look unreal.”

for about three years, but those years were one of the best of my life. However, I

up this place.” Christian joked around, mentioning my

honor.

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

Dario was still going strong, and he had become a

had patched up our friendship and

they wouldn’t have to go through the same misfortunes I once had, had come

too seriously.” I thought

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

I felt

to many different people who

favoring Jade, were among my many

about me-and they were afraid to contact me, thinking I would rather

you are.” I turned

“Let’s go.”

set, and the party was in full swing. Loud music was blasting from the

to outdo the other-but Christian and I didn’t care for any of that. Just

and the Alfonzos’ golden bond was slowly returning to what it used to be before I got in the way of everything. Believe it or not-but even

leave my side.” I locked my 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

waiting on this very day for a long

“You’re holding me hostage.

attention. Ever since his 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

we told him that–but he wouldn’t take no for an answer and wanted

like Christian and I didn’t mind all the side-eyes and backlash we had been

voice behind me. At all times, he believed it was his job to keep my relationship with Christian in check and had a habit of making sure he was still treating me right.

I

shoulder, and a sigh escaped

and Isobel didn’t last. All it took for him to break her heart

pointed to Isobel, who had her

tiny hands to their daddy while their mom was too busy trying to

my brother pushing her aside made her furious,

on good terms with the mother of my niece and nephew

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

spoke for what would have to

worry about me.” Beau laughed, throwing back his head. “I’m good. I have never been better.” He said, and I could feel that he meant it.

Vince commented. “It’s good

Beau spoke, patting our shoulders. “If the two of you don’t mind—I’ll go back

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

mistreated him.” Someone as kindhearted as Vince could admit.

“You think?”

out of the blue, leaned his head over my shoulder. “Who are

annoying.” I pushed him away,

there was a while when he was too

had become more

around, embarrassed-not wanting to be associated with

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