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!”

a spoiled little girl, and it was all because of Christian. He did not know how to say no to her, and because of that concern, I was heavily against leaving him alone with

a dog, then a pony. Who

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

Lucio pulled Christian’s pants, trying to form a sentence. “Many,

more candy!” Cesca stuck her head through the door, being the strict grandma as always.

Who wouldn’t? Cesca could be really scary if she wanted to. “The two of you

there soon. Don’t worry.” Christian nagged his mom, kindly

to ourselves.” He smiled at me through the mirror. “So, how are you feeling, Mrs.

I repeated with a stupid grin. “It still sounds

“You look unreal.”

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

place.” Christian joked around, mentioning my scary maid

honor.

us remained best friends, and after learning Jade was a wedding planner, our bond

he had

I had patched up our friendship

wouldn’t have to go through the same misfortunes

taking this maid of honor thing a bit too seriously.” I

said, shrugging. “And now you

did, and I felt whole.

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

my many bridesmaids. We had a good talk about our feelings and came to terms

they were afraid to contact me, thinking I would rather hang out with friends of my

when you are.” I turned to Christian, reaching out my

“Let’s go.”

was blasting

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

slowly returning to what it used to be before I got in the way of everything.

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 way too much fun and even forgot about his wife-but that

had been waiting on this very day for a long

over the loud music. “You’re holding me hostage. I can’t see how

to restore all Fabio had destroyed. Unfortunately for Vince, being in a room with a bunch of families that had a strong disliking for the Garcia was not

didn’t have to be here today, and we told him that–but he wouldn’t take no for

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

to keep my relationship with Christian in check and had a

and about.” I sighed,

shoulder, and

surprisingly, the relationship and engagement between my brother and Isobel didn’t last. All it took for him to break her heart was

Isobel, who had her two toddlers seated

tiny hands to their daddy while their mom was

brother pushing her aside made her furious, and she had

mother of my niece and nephew and wished

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

two of you,” I spoke for

worry about me.” Beau laughed, throwing back his head. “I’m good. I have never been

can tell,” Vince commented. “It’s good

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

know what to do

kindhearted as Vince could admit. “She’ll

“You think?”

out of the blue, leaned his head over my shoulder. “Who are we talking about?”

you’re annoying.” I

when he was too

years passed, he had become more open and carefree.

embarrassed-not wanting to be associated with him. Neither did I. but he was my

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