Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 282

Gio gives us a good chunk of time alone with the baby, but when his friend the OBGYN arrives, things and I she gives us a clean bill of health.

"Home births are more common in Italy than the United States," Gio murmurs, standing close behind secret from their families and partners."

"Well," I say, smugly tossing my wet hair back over my robed shoulder, "most new mothers don't have I had a quick shower while the doctor checked out the baby, and now that I'm all clean I'm cozied up comfortable and warm, even despite my determination to stay up.

become a little more hectic. She's a really nice, very pretty young woman - Janeen scowls freely at her, I smile to see - and after a full check of the baby

nd and translating for me. "So, it is not quite as shocking here. Though," he flicks his eyes to me with a smirk, "most new mothers don't keep their labor

s busy a morning as I had the day their child is born."

Honestly, though, considering everything that needs to be done I'm not sure it was the best choice - I can feel my eyelids starting to close now that I'm

"Shall we feed him?" the pretty OBGYN says in halting English, smiling at me, and I nod eagerly to her,arting to take my robe off so that I can give the baby his first little meal. "I'll leave you to it," Gio murmurs, turning away from me as Kent comes into the room, hanging up his "Oh please, Gio," I say in flat tones, laughing a little. "I think the secrets of my naked body have been f "I do," Kent says as he strides over to the bed, his voice clipped. Then he snaps his fingers and points "Not your wife," I sigh, but I smile anyway, liking the return of jealous, protective Kent. The OBGYN mu it, I gasp because he's latched! And I can feel him drinking.

vealed to you today - who cares if you see a little b****t -" vertes shoulder with his thumb. "Out, Gio. Give my wife her privacy."

o me in Italian, and while I don't understand her words, her gestures and gentle touches are a very clear guide about how to feed the bay. And before I know

I grin, looking at the doctor and then up at Kent. "This is so weird," I say, amazed, "but also very cool." Kent nods to me, smiling, and runs a hand over my hair as the doctor says a little farewell in Italian, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheeks and, I think, wish me luck. I thank her in English, hoping she understands, and Kent smiles at her warmly, translating my thanks and giving his own in Italian as he walks her to the bedroom door.

After she goes, Kent sits on the edge of the bed. "Daniel and Jerome are nearly at Villa Bianci," he says his ice a little awkward - because, I mean, there's a third person in that car that Kent isn't mentioning, isn't there? But I don't bring her up either. "They say they're thrilled for you, and jealous that they didn't get to be here, and that they can't wait to meet the new guy."

"New guy," I murmur to the baby, smiling at him. "That's you!" I laugh a little, shaking my head. "You're going to meet your big brother, my husband - and he's huge -"

Kent laughs, starting to say something, but then a knock comes at the door.

"Puppy delivery," Janeen says, smiling as she stands in the doorway, the puppy in her arms, his little s

I burst into tears again and try to stand up.

"Oh, baby," dad says, laughing and hurrying across the room to me, his hands out. "Don't get up -"

ng paws reaching for me as soon as he sets eyes on me. "Also, dad delivery," she adds, stepping aside to reveal my dad behind her.

"I can't be baby anymore dad," I say as Kent stands, making room for the new grandpa to sit next to me on the bed. "We've got a new one for that title."

"No, sweetheart," dad says, cupping my cheek in his broad, calloused palm. "You're always baby. Always my baby." And he leans forward and kisses me on the forehead, just the same way I kiss my son.

My tears start to flow harder now - I'm exhausted and happy and overwhelmed all at once.

Dad murmurs nice and comforting things to me as I pull myself back together. Then he kisses me again and stands up. "I'll come and see the little man later," he says quietly, "after you've both had a little rest." He looks up at Kent then. "You let her sleep now, you hear?"

Kent nods seriously to my father. "Yes, sir," he says, and I smile because I can tell that he means it.

Janeen comes forward then, plopping the dog on the bed.

"Janeen," Kent groans as the puppy climbs over the lumps and folds of the blankets, intent on getting to me. "Seriously, on the white duvet-"

Janeen just grins and ignores him, sitting down in the spot dad just vacated. "Seriously, sis," she says, her perky personality coming back to her now that all the drama has passed. "Can you like, move your boob? I want to see his little face..."

Kent groans a little and excuses himself, heading into the bathroom - I think probably for a quick little shower himself.

I laugh and swat at her. "No, Janeen," I say, grinning at her. "He needs to eat - he's probably starving, after all the excitement he crafted today."

"Seriously," she says, her eyebrows going up. "Kids either got horrible timing or a wicked sense of humor."

"Let's hope for the latter," I sigh. The puppy gives a little yip of triumph as he finally settles by my side, and I wrap an arm around him, tucking him in close.

"Are you okay?" Janeen asks, her voice unusually serious, and I look up at her. "I mean, with the birth stuff, but also with..." she grimaces a little, and I know she means mom.

"I am okay," I say quietly, a little guilty. "Are...you okay with the fact that I'm okay with it? Because, Janeen, you're...allowed to hate me for it. If that's how you feel."

Janeen clicks her tongue and shakes her head, reaching forward to tuck my hair behind my ear. "She was always kind of a bitch," Janeen murmurs, which makes a shaky little laugh fall from my mouth. She tilts her head to the side now. "And, I mean, I usually like that about a woman -"

I start to laugh harder at this and my sister grins at me. "But Gio filled me in a little. Abandoning you at five and then trying to ruin your life again by threatening your baby daddy if you didn't snitch on the most powerful man in Italy? Which probably would have resulted in you getting killed?" She shakes her head. "That woman - she had whatever was coming to her. And you have nothing but my love and respect."

I nod, grateful, but I glance towards the door. "Does dad..."

Janeen sighs and looks in the same direction. "If he knows, he hasn't said it. And if he hasn't said it...he doesn't want to talk about it. I think he's at peace with it, Fay, no matter what happened. Dad - he's always been a look-to-the-future kind of guy anyway." "We owe him big time," I murmur quietly. "Maybe we can get him like...a vespa..."

Janeen starts to laugh at this, and the two of us spends a few more minutes together. She helps me switch breasts halfway through the b****t feeding - which the baby does not like - and she keeps me laughing when she comments that the baby looks like a very old, very grumpy, very tiny Italian man.

We're still laughing and chatting five minutes later when Kent comes out of the closet dressed in gym clothes - soft pants and a black sweatshirt.

"Damnnn, Kent!" Janeen says, leaning back on her elbow and grinning as she looks him up and down. "I like you in leisurewear! God damn it, why do you wear those suits all the time when you look like this dressed down -"

"Out, Janeen," Kent says, keeping his voice dry even as he smirks at her. "Fay needs to sleep."

"Fay's not gonna get any sleep when you look like that," Janeen mumbles, winking at me as she pulls herself to her feet. "She's gonna get started on that second baby -"

Kent goes very still at the sheer mention of it, which makes me burst into a wide grin.

"Out," Janeen, he commands.