"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
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HE PASSED OUT, he fucking passed out. Are you fucking kidding me?
God I just want to strangle him to death as he sleeps peacefully on our bed.
I had gotten Matteo to help and get Antonio out of the hospital after consistently informing the doctor that he was fine.
Let's just say that I want to strangle Matteo too.
He was fucking laughing the entire time as I did all the heavy lifting. I hate him. I hate Antonio and I have an urge to do very violent things normal pregnant woman wouldn't want to do to them.
Or maybe they would...
Shifting, along with a silent groan is heard from beside me, turning my attention away from the MacBook in my lap which contains a tab open about twin pregnancy.
Don't judge. I need all the negative and positive comments of women who've experienced it.
This is terrifying.
"Amore-"
"Say one word and you'll give me just the right push I need to kill you." I interrupt.
He slams his mouth shut.
Our silence is long, filled with tension as I glare at the man who had somewhat lost his guard at the news. Out of everyone I would've expected Matteo to faint when we told him. Not Antonio. Worst.
In front of our fucking doctor.
This is history. A mafia Don fainting at the news of twins?
Some body guard he is.
'I'll protect you through it all'.
As if.
"Can I talk now?" he asks looking down at me, his abs on display as he had taken off his shirt midway through my glare.
"Go ahead," I purse my lips moving the computer to the side before snuggling into him. Wow he's warm.
"Twins..." he whispers. I chew on the inside of my cheek and nod. Twins...
"What do you think?" I hesitantly ask. Given he'd fainted I don't think he's too happy about it.
He looks down at me and tilts his head. "I'm happy," he leans in eliminating all worry.
"I'm very happy love, I'm just shocked. It's twins. Two. One was enough and I was definitely prepared but... Two?" he chuckles.
He's got a point.
The metallic taste of blood then fills my mouth and only then do I realize that I've ripped the flesh of my cheeks on the inside completely.
