Mr. Vulnerable

                                    

                                          
•Apollo DiStefano•
•A week later•
                          
We are back in New York, after months of being held in Russia and then Scotland, I'm finally home with the person I love the most and our upcoming baby. Arabella says I can pick the color of the nursery but that's all she's going to let me pick because I have sketchy taste and she used my 'ROUGH' tattoo as evidence which is stupid since she loves the fucking tattoo.
                          
Rude.
                          
Let's get one thing straight: I do want to kill Mariano for getting my baby sister pregnant but Arabella is on their side so there's nothing I can fucking do, besides I am happy for them; they're two of the most important people in my life so if they're happy, that's enough for me not to drive my knife through Mariano's heart.
                          
I haven't been to work since we came back four days ago because I was spending time inside of Arabella and you know, occasionally resting from being inside of Arabella. I like her being so horny and needy.
                          
After I got ready to go down to the gym, I stood by the bed, watching Arabella sleep; she snores like a dinosaur but still cute as fuck so I pecked her forehead and left a note on her nightstand so she doesn't go crazy. Part of her PTSD of me being kidnapped is having to know where I am at all times.
                          
As I went downstairs, I thought about how I'm going to tell Arabella about Artemis. She's certainly going to be surprised she doesn't know everything about me but she's also going to be heartbroken; we share that darkness...losing a sister.
                          
She's not coping as well as I would expect her to but Viktor helps every day; he moved in with us as soon as we came back and has decided to not leave his sister behind because family always comes first so I'm starting to like him, slightly, not much but almost a little.
                          
In the gym there was Mariano, Viktor, Armani, Enzo, and Emilio "Hi, men," I stepped onto one of the three treadmills.
                          
Everyone said hi back at the same time "What's up, babe?" Mariano asked as I placed my sweat headband around the top of my head.
                          
I sighed "Nothing, just nervous about telling Arabella."
                          
"Telling her what?" Viktor asked as he did perfect squats in front of the mirror wall.
                          
"A secret she can tell you after I tell her," I replied, looking back at the treadmill's control buttons. "How's Allegra?" I asked Mariano "Does she have morning sickness?"
                          
"Yup and also has to pee every five minutes," Mariano sighed. "Advice?"
                          
"Keep the doughnuts coming and be prepared to have bruises all over your body; if you were afraid of my mom's wooden you should be terrified of a pregnant woman, especially if she's Arabella's best friend."
                          
"Fuck," he decreased the pace of his treadmill.
                          
"Yeah, you'll do lots of that too. I mean Arabella and I are having amazing sex every three hours, she's so horny—"
                          
"Okay! Can we talk about something cuter? Like, where are you taking her for your babymoon?" Enzo inquired, pushing the upward arrow of my treadmill.
                          
"Giù le mani," I growled, slapping his hand away.
                          
(Hands off.)
                          
"Ouch," he whined, "you're fucking mean."
                          
"Ti lamenti troppo," I smirked, pushing the downwards button "and what is a babymoon?"
                          
(You whine too much.)
                          
"Sort of a honeymoon before your baby is born: babymoon," Armani said as if it's supposed to make sense. "There's also the push present."