Mrs. Rush

                                    

                                          
•Arabella DiStefano•
•Two weeks later•
                          
Tomorrow morning we leave for Roma, I shouldn't be flying this far along in my pregnancy but hey, if I found my husband after he was kidnapped by a psycho, I can have a baby on a plane.
                          
"How are you feeling now?" Apollo asked as we were watching TV in the living room of our suite.
                          
"Same as 2 minutes ago," I looked at him. "Just a couple more weeks and we will meet Naps."
                          
"I was thinking about the name," he cleared his throat. "What if people call him Capo Napo? I don't want my child to be bullied because of a decision he didn't make."
                          
"We are not changing the name," I looked back to the TV. "I like Napoleon DiStefano and nobody is going to bully a kid with bodyguards."
                          
"But kids—"
                          
"Kids won't know he is the next capo," I chuckled "besides, it will build his character."
                          
"When should we teach him how to hold a gun?" He hummed "12?"
                          
"I want him to learn how to throw knives first, knives are everywhere and guns are not." I rubbed his arm "But can we concentrate on giving him a somehow normal childhood? I don't want him to go through what we both went through."
                          
"Princess, Napsy boo boo is not going to go through any of that, once he starts going to school he will have his own squadron of assassins looking after him, I'll sprinkle some snipers in the mix and tada" he caressed my cheek, looking into my eyes. "I'm going to take care of you and our children."
                          
I pecked his lips with a smile "Can you imagine them all being teens—"
                          
"You mean they won't stay small for the rest of eternity?!"
                          
I slapped his arm, laughing "Don't be silly, you're going to love going out with them. What will you tell them about girls?"
                          
He smirked "To fuck—"
                          
"No," I covered his mouth "you will tell them to treat women with the respect they deserve."
                          
He bit my hand so I removed it "You didn't let me finish. I was going to say that I'm going to tell them to never touch anyone without proper consent."
                          
"Maybe you're lying and I should hit you but maybe you're not and I should kiss you." I patted his cheek "You get neither."
                          
Apollo pouted "That's the meanest thing you've done this past hour."
                          
"What?" I scoffed "I haven't been mean to you in two days!"
                          
Apollo crossed his arms "You pushed me off the sofa when I took a bite of your doughnut."
                          
I was about to deny it but it's the truth "Hmm, well, it was mine."
                          
"Our vows say that there's no 'mine' in the relationship," he placed his hand on my stomach.
                          
"When it comes to food there's always a 'mine'," I grinned. "Especially if I'm pregnant."
                          
Apollo leaned back "Good luck to whoever ends up with one of our kids."
                          
"Why?" I raised an eyebrow looking at him.
                          
He shook his head "Because they will be a combination of us."
                          
I scoffed, giving it a thought "Poor bastards."
                          
After two more hours of watching TV, we went to bed but not before calling Allegra to check on her; she said she is feeling better, her anxiety has gone down and the Doctor said she can be a bit more active.