Page 164 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Went to grab some bubbly to celebrate. Back soon. X

Next time I see him, I’m going to ask him if he knows how to sign his name or if he just leaves the “X” like a pirate.

The thought should bring me more joy but… it doesn’t.

I agreed to marry him.

It was the only way.

I’m just sitting at the kitchen table. My hands are flat in front of me. It’s so quiet around me that I’m pretty sure I can hear my hair growing.

I’m pretty sure that I can feel my body feeding the baby inside me. Which is definitely a weird sensation.

“Well,” I murmur to it. “At least you’ll have some kind of a dad.”

Kids don’t care who their parents are. They’re kind of programmed to love them no matter what. I just never really saw myself as a mom. I mean in theory I wanted to have children, but that was a very big theory.

I always knew that I couldn’t.

Sighing, I sit back and massage my temples. The nausea is okay this morning, just a light simmer instead of an outright boil. That’s a nice respite from the torture that’s been plaguing my body.

Liam better not come back with champagne.

I have no idea how to tell him that I can’t drink it.

I wish I could look up if having just like a sip is okay in your first trimester. Caterina’s been pregnant… I search my memories, trying to think if I’ve ever seen her drink anything while she’s been pregnant with the twins.

I haven’t.

But I also don’t remember. I mean women find out they’re pregnant late and then have drinks while pregnant all the time.

Right?

Fuck. I’m not willing to risk it. I have to make good decisions now, ones that protect this little person.

That’s a lot of pressure.

It makes me ache for my own parents. They weren’t perfect by any means, and God knows I had plenty of altercations with the both of them over the years.

At the end of the day, though, they loved me. They supported me. They wanted the best for me.

And sometimes you just really want to hug the people who raised you.

Instead, I hug my belly. “I guess that I can hug you, huh kid?”

Predictably, it doesn’t say anything back.

“Well,” I murmur. “At least I was right about the fact that I needed to be able to pivot and make alliances, and that I couldn’t be with Sal to do that.”

Ugh.

Maybe I manifested this for myself. Some dark god somewhere is having a hell of a laugh at my expense. Literally, this is the reason that I told Sal he and I couldn’t be in a relationship.

I had to be able to preserve my relationship status for strategy.

To get what I wanted from this world that we live in.

“But I didn’t get that either, did I?” I murmur to the chillingly quiet cabin.