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I had officially stepped back from business of course I was still involved. I just never went out and let Hunter make all the main decisions. He had shifted so it was unofficially joined to the family business. This baby was driving me insane. Of course nonna and all my other lovely female family members were trying to tell me what a joy it is but I have yet to get to the joy part. I hated every bit so far.
"For you Amore mio" Adam said walking in with a tray of food. I sat up in the bed smiling at him "I still can't believe you got ares to help you make Italian food because I craved it" "I'll do anything for you" he said making me smile happily. I lean over kissing him passionately. "Thank you" I said I smile at the brioche that was no doubt made by my nonna. Zeppole Italian donuts beside the brioche and croissants. "I'll never get why you Italians have sweets for breakfast" he said sitting beside me drinking his cappuccino. I sip my carrot juice raising my eyebrow as he takes some of the brioche. "You say that you indulge yourself way more than having some American breakfast" he just smirks at me "can't help it it's so good...think I get why my kid wants to be Italian" I laugh shaking my head "your food is so good" "so is that a go ahead to go full Italian" "did you ever keep any of your italianess hidden" I shrug "no but you I can go nuts with food and holidays" "like what" "well Epihany it's to celebrate the three wise men it's the last day of the Christmas season" "what happens" "befana an old woman witch figure much like Santa goes down chimneys delivering presents and candy to child and taking the holidays with her" he nods "I like it" "stop stealing my food" I groan out laughing "we have to go to Italy in June right at the beginning" I said eating a donut "why" "because I want my family to meet you and the baby also pizza fest is then and you love pizza so why not Introduce you to real good amazing pizza" "sounds amazing" "next is Festa della Repubblica Italiana which is the equivalent of July forth for you guys kinda it's on June 2nd...we celebrate the new regime as the monarch is no longer. We don't have to celebrate that it's usually done with military parades and activities" "what did your family do" "uh in the morning we went to church our prays every year were always a thank you to the military thank you to the life we have. Then we usually hang out with family" I inform him maki g him nod "we have to do battle of oranges" "what" "you dress up in costumes and use oranges like snowballs I have some of the best memories of doing it with my cousins someone always starts crying someone's always a little to into it...it's late feb early march" I inform him "sounds awesome we are definitely doing that think I should even invite the team as well" I laugh "you can if you want" I shrug "last but not least is Infiorata it's basically a flower festival" I said before having some brioche before he steals it. "Well I love your food and the way the house smells when you cook so go nuts" "yay" I said like a giddy kid. He just smiles at me "and we don't have to do the holidays" "I'll try for you" I nod "this baby is as much American as it is Italian so you are allowed and encouraged to have input and not celebrate certain holidays or to add one if your family has a random special day" he nods "we'll try" he repeated making me smile and nod. "I got to go" he said leaning over and kissing me "thank you for breakfast" "think I want Italian breakfast every morning" I laugh "I'll see what I can do" he nods before kissing my head and leaving .
I rub my belly sighing "how about you and I get up little one" I said getting up walking downstairs. I didn't know what to do now that I stopped. I wasn't use to this but it was defiantly needed. I loved that Adam wanted this perfect life. He wanted this kid to have this perfect life. He always saw my life as perfect when we were kids. My family always around, to him it seemed like we had a party all the time. The perfect Italian Americans upbringing. I just didn't want him to give up himself.
"Valeri you definitely grown since I saw you" the voice said making me tense the strong Italian accent still present. My arm guarding my swollen stomach as I get up. I slowly move backwards towards me door. Spinning around lightning fact and running, not as fast as I use to. A knife flew through the air barely missing me lodging itself in the wall right by the door. "Open that door and the next one is in you" he snarled I spin facing him I knew had to fight, I just didn't know how. Before I could no problem but now I'm pregnant due any day. I had to be careful. I hold my stomach with one hand backing into the desk. My free hand reaching under pressing the button. It alerted my brother, before him my dad that I was in trouble. When your raised in marfia/mob world it is needed. He raced over grabbing me throwing me over the couch. I try to brace myself enough that I didn't land or hit my stomach. I couldn't tell you if it did hit though I was so frazzled and wanting to stay alive that I couldn't focus on anything . I crawl backwards as he stalked towards me. "You know your daddy owes me and unfortunately he was gunned down at a funeral" he mused waving a gun around, I saw my phone on the table behind me. I reach up calling my brother as he was on a rant about how I was going to pay my fathers debts. "It's going to be all well and good when I carve that baby out of you" he snarled pouncing on me causing me to scream.
