My Mafia Prince

18

**Song goes hard

"Meet Ariana and Lucia Russo." Lorenzo smiles out as he holds his newborn daughter while Blythe smiled from a distance holding Ariana in the hospital bed.

"They've got your eyes, Lorenzo," Alessandro spoke up while Lorenzo let Sandro hold her. I leaned beside him to get a closer look at her, at my nieces.

God, it feels amazing to call her that.

"Yea, but Ariana's got Blythe's big ass forehead," I laughed out and Blythe does so as well.

"I'm so tired," Blythe called out and Lorenzo went to sit next to her, holding her hand as tight as he can.

"You guys want to be alone with them?" I asked and they nod. Alessandro and I both nod before heading out of the hospital.

"They were so beautiful," he smiles out as we walk towards our car.

"They are,"

All he does is sigh before entering the driver's seat as I enter the passengers. He then turned towards me and cupped my face with both of his hands.

"I wanna try for a baby," he stated. I could tell he wasn't joking but was very much serious.

"I think I'm pregnant," my voice came out breathless. The look on his face switched from serious to excitement and I couldn't help but smile. I wanted him to be the father of my children anyways.

"Really? What do you mean you think?" I simply shrug.

"My period's been delayed for 4 weeks, I think that gives it away." And with that, he pulls me in for a heartwarming hug.

"I promise you, I won't ever hurt you again, but you need to promise me that you'll never leave me," he practically begged and I nodded.

"I promise I won't ever leave,"

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Two months later

It was hot, too hot that my thighs were even sweating. I got up from the bed leaving Sandro alone who was still sound asleep. I quietly made my way towards the bathroom and turned the lights on. I grabbed a towel and turn the tap on to the coldest level, allowing the water to soak up the towel. I then brought the towel to my thighs to wipe up the sweat from there.

Lowkey should've taken a shower. That would've been a better idea.

I continued to wipe down there before bringing the towel back to the running water to wash it off, not before noticing the blood on it.

Wait.

I looked at myself in the mirror before noticing my bloody thighs.

"Holy fuck," I whispered. There's no way-

I didn't lose the baby.

I didn't lose the baby.

I didn't lose the baby.

I continued repeating those words in my head. I didn't know what else to do.

Tears stung my eyes as I continued to rock myself in denial.

"Athena?" I looked up to only find a worried Sandro.

"Are you okay?" He asked before lowering himself down to my level. He looked at my thighs before looking at the towel. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion

"Merda," he cusses out before carrying me bridal style.

[Translation: shit]

"I'm taking you to Doctor Florence. Is that okay?" I only nodded.