“The teachers might,” I said with a laugh.
“Then they can come to me and talk to me about their concerns,” Matteo said with his shark-grin.
“Intimidating teachers… we definitely won’t be voted parents of the year.”
“I knew being in the mob would be useful one day.”
I rolled my eyes. “In addition to the assload of money you make, and the sick thrill you get when people shit their pants because of who you are.”
“In addition to that, yes,” Matteo said with a wink. “Not to mention all the fun torture I get to take part in.”
I sighed deeply. “You are a crazy fucker.” I kissed him softly. “But you are my crazy fucker and I love you.”
“And I love you, my bitchy redhead.”
I narrowed my eyes slightly but then I decided that he had every right to call me bitch. I was a bitch. He was a crazy fucker. So what?
Matteo
A heavy weight had lifted off my chest since we decided to keep the baby. Of course, our last minute change of mind meant a lot of organizing. We hadn’t bought anything for the kid yet, and hadn’t read up on anything about raising a newborn.
Gianna knew enough about the birth process, due to necessity, but that was it. The only thing I knew was that these little creatures produced more poo, pee, and snot than a body of that size should.
“You can have all of the things we bought. We won’t need them anytime soon,” Aria said when she led me into the nursery in their mansion in New York. Everything was ready for a child. The walls were decorated with images of giraffes and lions, and a plush lion head carpet spread out under the crib.
Gianna had run off to the bathroom to pee again so it was only me and Aria. Her bladder was pretty much only a funnel. What entered her mouth wanted out not long after.
Aria motioned at the baby crib. “You’ll need all these things.”
I moved to her side. “Are you sure? You and Luca want a third poo machine.”
Aria set the crib mobile, also featuring jungle animals, in motion. “We do, but we can buy new stuff then, or just take whatever you won’t need by then.” The wistfulness in her voice sent an unpleasant twinge through my chest.
“Aria,” I said quietly, causing her to look up at me. “I never said it to you, but I’ll forever be grateful for what you and Luca would have done for us, what you did for us. We had difficult times but you are the best sister-in-law I can imagine, and the best wife my brother could ever dream of.”
Aria touched my forearm with a small smile. “We’re family. We’ll stick together till the bitter end. Luca and I will always be there for you. If you need help with the little one, you can call us any time.”
I nodded, because I had no doubt about it. “Luca’s been pissy lately, and I just want to make sure you know Gianna and I are sorry for taking so long to make up our minds.”
Aria shook her head. “Don’t be. I’m glad you chose to keep your baby. It won’t always be easy and there might be moments of regret, but ultimately you’ll see it’s the right decision.”
Gianna chose that moment to waddle into the room. She had only three weeks until her due date and we really needed to hurry up getting stuff done. The last few days we’d spent coming to terms with our decision. “I hope Peanut is as annoyed by our current co-living situation as I am and decides to vacate her room a few days early.”
“You still have plenty to buy and get done before you can welcome her into your life. Have you made the apartment child safe?”
Gianna sighed. “No. We haven’t even decided which guest room to turn into her nursery.”
“The one closer to your bedroom, trust me.”
“All right,” Gianna said with a shrug, then scanned the furniture. “Are you really sure—”
“Yes, Matteo and I discussed the matter and you’ll take everything with you. So maybe you should start organizing transport and helping hands.”
“Who knew she could be such a dictator,” I said with a grin.
Aria rolled her eyes in a very Gianna-like fashion.
“She’s married to your brother and has him wrapped around her finger…”
“True.”
Aria shook her head. “Do I need to organize everything?”
“No,” I said and picked up my cell phone, calling a few soldiers who were strong enough to help us carry.
Since our decision to keep the baby, Gianna and I hadn’t bothered hiding anymore and had walked out in the open in New York. Of course, word about her pregnancy had spread like wildfire and by now every man in the Famiglia knew, their wives and children as well, of course. It was the gossip of the year.
Later that day, every piece of baby furniture had found its way into the guest bedroom on the second floor of our penthouse. The room had been Gianna’s workout room but we’d carried all the equipment downstairs into the other guestroom. My soldiers had refrained from asking questions, only congratulated Gianna and me on our first child, as if there were more to come. Everyone had waited with bated breath for us to create offspring. In our circles, a married couple had to have kids as a sort of rite of passage.
“Put the crib there,” Gianna instructed. I did as she asked with Romero’s help. I’d sent the other men home because it could take hours until Gianna had made up her mind about where to put the furniture.
“Are you sure Liliana can spare you this long?” I asked.
Romero smiled, wiping sweat off his face. “Don’t worry. She urged me to help you. She’s so excited that she and Gianna will have babies at the same time.”
Gianna sent me a panicked look. I knew her worst nightmare was sinking into the mom-life swamp and never getting out.
Eventually, Gianna was happy with the room and Romero left.
Gianna cradled her belly, shaking her head. “I still can’t believe we’ll really welcome one of these monsters into our home.”
“It’ll be our monster.”
Gianna laughed. “That only means it’ll be even more monstrous judging by our character traits.”
I wrapped an arm around her. “And you’ll have Liliana and Aria for help.”
“I’m worried Lily expects me to only do mom stuff. I still want to work out, and I want to teach again eventually. I don’t want to be surrounded only by moms who expect me to do only mom things, and worst, talk about poo.”
“I trust in your sunny personality to drive most of them away quickly.”
Gianna narrowed her eyes at me. “Oh shut up.”
“That’s what I mean, babe.” I rubbed her waist and kissed her neck. “How about a little one-on-one gymnastics?”
Gianna shrugged. “All right, but you’ll have to do all the work. I’m feeling like a beached whale today.”
I chuckled. “You know just what to say to make me horny.”
Gianna grabbed me through my pants and rubbed. My cock reacted as it always did.
She smiled smugly. “Doesn’t take much to make you horny.”
I lifted her into my arms, causing her to let out a startled shriek. I would never say it aloud but carrying Gianna had become more difficult these last few weeks, but if it meant I’d get to bury myself in her pussy, I’d even take a broken back.