“Maddie and I will be discussing the wedding today. We have put it off for too long. The wedding is in three weeks, and I still haven’t made any preparations,” I said quietly.
“You haven’t, but Maddie has. I’m sure she has everything prepared,” Alessio replied, his arms tightening around my waist.
Smiling at the thought, I shook my head. “I’m not surprised. Do you want to be there when we discuss the decorations? It’s not just my wedding. It’s ours. Shouldn’t you have a say in it?”
Alessio’s chest vibrated with a quiet chuckle as he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Do whatever you want, Angel. It doesn’t matter to me. All I care about is that I will be waiting for you at the end of the aisle. As long as the day ends with us saying our vows and with me making love to you, I’m all good.”
That earned another smile from me. He really had a way with words. “Hmm…making love to me? I like the sound of that,” I replied before shifting Maila to my other breast.
Alessio groaned, resting his head against mine. “This is torture. Why didn’t anyone tell me we had to wait?”
A laugh escaped past my lips as I pulled my head away. “Patience, Alessio.”
He huffed, giving me a hard stare. “Do you find this amusing?”
“A little,” I replied with a shrug.
We stared at each other for a second before busting out laughing. Maila jumped in my arms, her mouth opening with a loud cry. My eyes widened, and I quickly soothed my frightened baby.
Alessio’s laughter died down to a quiet chuckling. “We scared her,” I muttered when she continued suckling hungrily.
Alessio and I were quiet as we watched Maila feed. Her eyes were closed, her tiny fist resting against my other breast.
My eyes moved around the nursery, admiring the room that Maddie had helped me put together. Alessio had his hands in it too.
The room was big, too big for a baby. But it was the closest to our bedroom, so that was our first choice.
The walls were painted a soft beige. Maila’s crib was against the wall in the middle of the two large panel windows.
The crib was fit for a princess. Soft pinkish curtains came down on either side. Next to the crib, there was a couch and an ottoman. The rocking chair was on the other side of the crib.
My gaze went to the wall behind the crib, where the curtains weren’t covering it. My heart fluttered at the quote there.
Your first breath took ours away.
Oh, how truthful these words were. She was our miracle, our light.
There were two more quotes around the nursery. My gaze flitted to the second one. It was on the wall next to the window, where the dresser was.
We loved you before you were born.
And now, our love for you shines brighter.
When my eyes went to the last quote, I had to suppress my laugh.
There is no Prince Charming for me. My Daddy is my only King.
Actually, that wasn’t the original quote. The original said,
Someday I may find my Prince Charming but my Dad will always be my King.
But Alessio being Alessio, when he came into the room to find that quote painted on the wall, he went straight downstairs and came back with the paint.
No amount of arguing had stopped him from repainting that wall and writing down his own quote.
And now we had the new version.
To say that Alessio was protective and possessive was an understatement. I wondered what would happen to Maila’s first boyfriend. The thought left a shiver down my spine.
It wasn’t just Alessio’s possessiveness. That boy would also have to deal with three overbearing uncles and two grandfathers.
Not good. Not good at all. It appeared that there would be no Prince Charming for a very long time.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when Maila stopped suckling.
I stood up, noticing that she was finished. Rocking her in my arms, I glanced up at Alessio. “Can you bring her downstairs while I get dressed?”
Alessio stood up too. He gave me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose before pulling away.
I handed Maila to him and he held her gently in his arms. “I have to take care of some things, so I won’t see you for breakfast.”
I simply nodded. With the Italians under the Ivanshov reign, Alessio had been busy. Alberto had left a mess behind. A mess that Alessio had to clean now.
I saw the shadows behind his eyes. He wanted to keep me away from all of this, but it was impossible. I lived and breathed this life with him.
As much as this life was a part of him, it was a part of me too. I was born into the Mafia life. I was just unfortunate that I had to experience the darkest side. But I have also found love in this life.