Page 80 of Dark Mafia Heir

When I glance at Antonio again, he is paying full attention to the sea. He’s watching the water clap against the shore absent-mindedly, lost in whatever thought that has clouded his mind.

I want to make him feel better. I want him to know he could have a family of his own if he chooses and that I will always be here for him.

So, despite my fear that he may not be ready to be a father, I decide to share what’s supposed to be happy news with him. He deserves to know.

Reaching for his hand, I place it on my belly and wait for his reaction.

He lifts a brow. “Are you?—”

I nod. “I’m pregnant,” I say. “I found out not long ago, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you. I wasn’t sure you’d want the baby.”

Some of the ice in his eyes melts away. “Are you saying I’m going to be a father soon?”

My eyes prickle with tears. These damn pregnancy hormones. “Yes, you’re going to be a father, Antonio. We’re going to be parents.”

The world stops spinning for a moment. The sea stops crashing against the shore, and the wind stops whispering. Not even the bird dares to chirp.

For a moment, all that exists is me and Antonio. And all I can hear is the beating of our hearts synching into a perfect rhythm.

And then Antonio yells out with excitement, picking me up and spinning me around gently. “I’m going to be a father.”

I laugh because his joy right now is really contagious. I didn’t expect him to be this happy about it. “Yes, you’re going to be a father, Antonio.”

“Oh my God.” He puts me down and touches my belly. “There is a little human who’ll call me Papa inside your stomach?”

I smile and nod.

“Fuck! Yes!” He cups my face, and his eyes glisten with unshed tears. “Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?”

My cheeks heat with a blush. I’d been so busy worrying about his reaction that I hadn’t even thought of whether or not our baby would be a girl or a boy. “I’m not sure, but I’ll be more than glad if it’s a boy.”

He laughs heartily. “I want a little girl, one who looks just as beautiful as you. We’ll give her everything she wants and spoil her rotten.”

“A little girl or a little boy. Either one is fine by me.”

“What are we going to name her if she’s a girl?”

I think for a moment, but nothing comes up. “Don’t be in such a rush. I’m only seven weeks gone. We have more thanenough time to think of baby names after we find out the gender.”

“Right, we do.” He takes my hand in his. “Thank you, Vivienne. Thank you so much for this gift. Thank you for everything.”

I hold his hand. “Thank you too, Antonio. A lot has happened, and I didn’t plan to get here, but somehow did because of you. Regardless of all that, I am beyond happy for our baby, and I hope we get to raise it together.”

He’s breathing raggedly from all the excitement earlier. “We will raise our child together, Vivienne. It’s a promise.”

His thumb brushes my cheeks lightly. Heat from his thumb seeps into my skin and works its way all the way to my core.

My heart is beating faster, and my brain is fogged with images of him pinning me somewhere around here and fucking me until I cannot walk.

As if listening to my thoughts, Antonio leans in and kisses me passionately. I kiss him back, tipping myself on my toes and kissing him back.

His hands slide down to my waist, pulling me closer as our lips move in perfect harmony.

The world around us fades away once more, leaving only the heat between our bodies pressing against each other.

Antonio breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine as we catch our breath. His eyes, dark with desire, search mine. “Can we do this? With the baby, I mean?”

I nod, my fingers tangling in his hair. “It's fine. More than fine. I want you, Antonio. Now.”

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