Mrs. Mafia [18+]

Mrs. Room

•Arabella DiStefano•
•Seven weeks later•

"I don't want to go to this party!" I threw a fit as Apollo carried me to the closet by my waist.

He put me down "Arabella, stop behaving like this, you're going and that's final!" My husband stated.

I whimpered "But my boobs are sore, I feel exhausted and I'm nauseous," I sat on the floor as my eyes watered.

He sighed, squatting down "Princess, I know that we agreed to stay in bed all day long since today you're 11 weeks pregnant but I have to go and you know that being my wife means that you have to come with me no matter what."

I sniffled "I don't feel pretty, I don't want to go."

"Why would you say that?" he asked, caressing my cheek with a frown on his face.

I gazed up into his eyes "I had a dream last night; you left me because I got too fat."

"Arabella, you're crazy, I love you," He declared.

"Don't call me crazy!" I whined, hitting his chest "I'm pregnant!"

He chuckled, picking me up bridal style "Princess, you are the most important thing in my life apart from the baby you're carrying and it doesn't matter how much your body changes or how many times you kick me during the night," he commented, making me blush. "I promised to love you no matter what and that's what I'm going to do."

I smiled, resting my forehead against his "Fine, I'll go to your stupid party but I want ice cream."

He nodded with a chuckle as he helped me get up "From where?"

"Ben & Jerry's and pizza from Vito's...that's going to be my dinner and not your fancy selection of ugly fish," I declared, turning around to look at his clothes.

"Anything for you, princess," he whispered into my ear with his arms wrapped around me from behind.

I giggled, throwing my head back so I was resting it on his chest "I have to change, help me?"

He pecked my cheek before taking a step back and grabbing the dress he showed me this morning. It's black with gorgeous embroidery that look like fireworks.

He helped me get into it and it only fits me because my bump isn't yet noticeable; it's there but only I know it's there. I'be known about this party for two weeks but have avoided the subject because that's not a lake I want to drown in.

Once I was fully ready we walked downstairs holding hands, all of his siblings were waiting for us  "Look at Cinderman and the Queen," Allegra said, taking a picture of us.

I laughed cradling my invisible bump "She's funny."

"No, you're pregnant," Apollo said before pecking my lips "which means you fucking laugh at everything."