Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 292

When I wake up, I can tell by the way that the sun shines through the window that the morning is well advanced. My first instinct, of course, is to curl up even tighter in Kent's arms, to bask in the warmth of his body, to catch just a few more minutes of sleep - But then I hear my little baby fussing in his bassinet and a huge smile breaks out onto my face. Because I have a little baby - and he needs me, but hes warm, and he's safe, and I just...absolutely love that

So I uncurl myself from Kent's side, doing my best not to wake him, and I scurry around the bed - honestly, who put the bassinet on this side - and lift my little boy up into my arms.

"Ohhh, little baby," I whisper to him as he starts to cry just a little. "It will be all right. Don't you worry about a thing."

Shushing softly, I carry Dominic over to my side of the bed and curl up against the pillows, pulling my nightgown down just a little so that I can feed him. My little boy eagerly latches, his sleepy eyes still closed as he does.

Dominic got us up a few times over the night, hungry and then wanting to be changed, but a sleepy Kent and I managed it together. Overall, I'm feeling much more rested than I have felt in the past 72 hours - almost human again, which is probably saying something for a new mom.

I glance at Kent and, seeing that hes still asleep, I take a minute to marvel at my little boy - my son, who I love so incredibly much already. I mean, I know I'm his mother and I'm biased, but...he's just so cute. With his little perfect face, and his teeny tiny hands. As I sit and admire, I wonder at all of the amazing things that are coming for us.

I let my mind drift through all the possibilities of the boy hell grow into. What sorts of things he'll like what he'll dislike. I laugh a little, thinking that his dad will probably turn him into some kind of gourmand and food snob. And then I grimace, worrying - what if he doesn't like reading?

God, what a horrible fate, what would we talk about -

"What are you frowning about?" Kent murmurs, and I glance down to see him peeking up at me through his dark lashes.

"What if he doesn't like books!?" | say abruptly, my voice worried.

Kent bursts out laughing and rolls onto his back, taking a deep breath with a big smile on his face. "The kid's going to like books, Fay. We'll force him."

"Noo," I murmur, stroking sweet Dominic's little head. *That will make it worse - that will make him turn away, just to be contrary."

"Maybe it's for the better," Kent murmurs. "I don't know if I want another bookish kid. This one...he can like sports instead."

I stick out my tongue, not liking the idea of a child that only likes sports, and Kent grins, sitting up and scooching closer to wrap his arm around me, peeking down at our son. "How long have you two been up?" he murmurs, kissing the side of my head and taking a long sniff of my hair.

"Just a few minutes," I reply, leaning against him. "Sorry if we woke you."

"No, I want to be awake," Kent sighs happily. "I like you two.

If you're up, I want to be up."

I snuggle happily against him, wondering if anyone else in the world knows how sweet the Mafia King is. Honestly, probably not, it would be bad for his reputation if they did...

But suddenly I grin as I remember that Kent? He doesn't need that reputation anymore. Henceforth, he's just going to be Kent Lippert - and that feels...amazing.

"I'm really happy" I whisper, turning to look up at Kent. "Are you?"

"Fay," he murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief as he reaches out a hand, cupping my cheek. "I am...so firth*g happy I can barely breathe. This is the best day of my damn life. Only tomorrow will be better." "Until the day after that," I say, smiling. "Which will be..."

"Fantastic." He pulls me closer then, pressing his warm mouth to mine, letting his fingers slip into my hair as he parts my lips with his, kissing me breathless. And I let him, holding my little baby close, considering that maybe I'll just stay here for the rest of my little life, perfectly happy kissing Kent and holding my little boy in my arms.

Unfortunately, the world has other plans, and a little knock comes at the door.

Kent growls a little, glaring at it, clearly intending to tell whoever is there to go the hell away - but I laugh, giving him a little shove and calling to whoever it is to come in.

The door cracks open, revealing Valentina peeking in. I smile at her as I pull my nightgown back up, Dominic having finished his little breakfast.

"How did we sleep?" Valentina asks, pushing the door open more fully with her shoulder and carrying in a breakfast tray heaping with delicious things. My stomach growls as I realize that I haven't eaten in -

Oh my god. When did I last eat? In the car yesterday, on the way here?

Instantly I'm ravenous, my mouth literally watering as Valentina brings the tray closer.

"We slept well, Valentina," Kent sighs, running a hand through his mussed hair. "Though you didn't have to do this -"

"Speak for yourself!" I snap, grabbing a little butter cookie off the tray and taking a swift bite. "Valentina, you can bring as much food as you want -"

She laughs at me as she settles the tray on the bed and reaches for the baby. "You eat," she says, "let me change the little one."

"Oh," I say, suddenly feeling guilty and starting to get up,

Valentina let me, that's a mom's job -"

But Valentina just clicks her tongue and waves me away, lifting the baby from my arms. I hesitate for a second, not wanting to over burden her, but then my stomach growls and my attention snaps back to the food. I give in, reaching for a stack of buttered toast and jam. Kent reaches for the coffee on the tray but I smack his hand, only half kidding. "Not for you," I murmur as he laughs at me, reaching again and pouring two cups. "You don't have to make breastmilk for the baby."

"I still need energy," he murmurs, glancing over at Valentina as she makes quick work of Dominic's dirty diaper. "We have a busy day today."

"We do?" I ask, my mouth full of delicious buttery bread." Why? What's going on? I thought all we had to today was make sure that Dominic survives -*

Valentina laughs, glancing at me over her shoulder.

"That's first priority," Kent says, smiling and pressing my cup of coffee into my hand before picking up his own. "But we've also got mountains of paperwork - you're signing your industries away today. Lawyers are coming, the whole works -" "That's all been delayed, actually," Valentina says, lifting my fresh little baby up into her arms and giving his face a kiss as she turns to us.

"What?" Kent asks, frowning at her. "Why? I thought Bianci

_"

"Oh, he is," Valentina says, intuiting the end of Kent's sentence. "He's incredibly eager to get it all done."

A sound rumbles down the hall, making my attention turn to the door. Is that...wheels? It sounds like a desk chair.

"Your mother, though," Valentina continues, a grin crossing her face, "has other plans."

Kent and I both frown, turning towards the door as Nonna pushes through. She beans at us as she pulls into the room after her, of all things, a dress form.

I frown at her, confused - what on earth -

But when I see what is on the dress form -

An incredibly beautiful vintage gown made of delicate lace

All white -

My jaw drops open. My piece of toast falls from my hand.

Kent barely saves the coffee before I drop that too.

"Today..." Nonna says in her stilted English, wheeling the dress form proudly to the center of the room, "today, you get married!" She claps her hands together, pleased at her pronouncement, and smiles broadly at Kent and I. I go completely still, just staring at her with my mouth open.

Valentina bursts out laughing, turning her head to grin at Dominic. "What do you think, little Domenico?" She strokes a hand over his soft fuzz of hair. "Want to see mommy and daddy get married tonight!?"