"You like my outfit?" She asked smiling.
"Now that–" I started.
"Don't care," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the foyer.
I am worried about her getting cold so I sent one of the staff members for a coat, Amos went with her. I threw the camel reversible shearling coat to Arabella when I had it in my hands "I don't want you getting sick."
"You're jealous because my body is hotter than yours," she said cockily. "People look at me more than they look at you."
"You've been spending too much time with my sisters," I said getting in the car after her.
She giggled, buckling her seatbelt and then leaned her head on my shoulder "I missed you yesterday."
Yesterday I was gone all day long doing some arrangements regarding my will since I could die any second thanks of my position in the 'underworld' and the arrangements I had before didn't involve the love I have for my wife.
When we arrived at the city I had to wake her up since she was asleep the whole ride "Princess, we are here," I whispered into her ear.
She groaned, slapping me which happens TOO often "I don't want to."
"You have to," I said rubbing her thigh "come on, I'll buy you food afterwards."
Her eyes opened immediately "I'm ready!"
I smiled and knocked on the window twice so Amos knew he could open the door "We have to pick a room as soon as we get back home."
"A baby room," she smiled, rubbing her eyes.
I nodded stepping out of the car before her so I could help and also cover Arabella from the people trying to take pictures or ask questions; I'm a New York bachelor so the press loves me. Finally, in the building we used the elevator to go up to the tenth floor where the OB is, we didn't have to wait because that's life when you're married to me.
When we went in, the Doctor asked Arabella many things, made her pee in a cup and then told her to lay on the couch? I don't know how it's called but I better familiarize myself if I want to have a squad of little babies.
Arabella let out a giggle as the Doctor squirted the gel on her stomach which I now feel the urge to kiss; I'm need like that "It's cold," she gazed at me.
I smiled intertwining our fingers "Be a good girl."
She whimpered tightening her grip "Asshole."
I smirked, winking "That's me, baby."
"There's your baby," the Doctor said and both of our gazes focused on the monitor "you are four weeks pregnant so the baby is the size of a poppyseed."
Arabella brought our hands to her heart "Our baby," she sobbed and then looked at me "our baby."
I nodded with a big smile as our eyes locked "Our baby," then I leaned in to kiss her but before I could she turned her face to keep on staring at the monitor.
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Mrs. Mafia [18 ]
Romance[Originally published in 2018 but deleted twice in 2021] [This is the first book of the "Mrs. Mafia" trilogy] Arabella Bianchi was born into the mafia world. One more pawn in a chess board. She's 18 years old and a strong believer that at the head o...
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