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9 months later

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9 months later..

Its 2am and there's me watching my wife laying in the hospital bed.

" where're they honey? " Angela asks me. I got up and walk towards her, I place a kiss on her forehead.
" the doctors are checking them my love, their weights&heights stuff like that" I say.
" they're okay right?" She asks.
" yes they are " I say kissing her forehead again.
" please lay with me " she says.
" as you like" I say sitting on the bed and then laying down.

" are you okay? " I whisper kissing her head.
" little better, it was little harder than my other labors" she says in a low voice. I kiss her head again.
" but you did it, you're so strong and I'm so proud of you my love, you did such a great job " I say.
" I love you " she says.
" I love you more " I say kissing her.

" I was thinking naming our daughter sofia but I dont know any names for our son" she says.
" I like Sofia" I say.
" it's a nice name, but what about our son?" She says. " maybe Francesco?" She says.
" yeah no anything but not Francesco" I say.
" why not?" She asks.
" darling my enemy's name's Francesco " I say.
" not a big deal or is it?" She asks.
" to me is a gain big deal" I say."what about Alessandro?" I ask.
" I like it" she smiles.
" Alessandro and Sofia ?" I say and smile.
" yess! " she says exciting.

" Eric, honey can you help me" Angela says.
" yes what's up babe, what do you need help with" I say.
" babies, im done feeding her, can you take her? So I can feed aless?" She asks.
" yes of course " I say holding my arms.
" your shirt " she says.
" oh yes forgot" I say taking my shirt off, the nurse just got my babies in not long ago, my wife breastfeed my daughter. So now I gotta hold her so she feeds Alessandro.

For those who are wondering:
Why do dads take their shirt off when baby is born?
It helps your baby feel safe, and this in turn can help reduce some of the crying. And it helps form a strong family bond. It's important for dads to practice skin-to-skin contact, too. It helps with bonding and can help dads feelings more confident in their new role

" hi little princess " I whisper holding sof in my arms. I kiss her tiny forehead and rock her slowly and gently. And she smiles. God damn it I never had a daughter before..

A nurse walked in.
" how are you feeling ?" She says standing next to Angela's bed with her hands in her pockets.
" im better "Angela says and smiles .
" good to hear, I wanted to let you know, if you want to give your babies their first shower " she says.
" yes I would love to" Angela says.
" can you walk?" I ask.
" I will try " she says.

~

We walk in the house.
" mom Dad " Diego yells as we hear his footsteps.. running.
"living room buddy" I yell back.
We walk to the living room and sat down, having Alessandro in my arms and Sofia in Angela's arms.

" they're adorable " Angela whispers.
" yes they're " I say.
" they also look like you" she says.
" why can't a child look like you " i chuckle.
" maybe because they used to be in your ball" she laughs. I say nothing.

-

" holy cow " Diego whispers looking down at his sister. " she is adorable" he whispers." Woah I have a sister " he says.
" mhm " Angela mumbles.
" What are we naming her" he asks not taking his eyes off of his sister.
"Sofia" Angela says.
" Can I hold her mom" Diego asks his mother.
" of course " she says handing her to him.
" mama She's smiling " Diego says.
" she likes you " Angela says.
" she better " Diego says.

-

I Parked my car in front of a coffee shop me and Angela always go to, i Exit the car and shut the door behind me.

I walk in the shop and walk to the front desk.
" usual?" The girl asks.
" actually no, I'll try new " I say.
" alright what's your order " the girl asks picking the cup and pen up.
" I'll get a black coffee, and a dark Carmel Frappuccino, and triple mocha Frappuccino and one coffee cake and one pumpkin cream cheese muffin, and one butter croissant, and a blueberry muffin, and one morning bun and a blueberry oat cake" I say.
" have a family with you this time ?" The girl asks.
" yes" I say.

I stand there waiting for my order.
" yeah I mean he's happy after all" heard somebody talk.
" happy?! Are you joking?! What's making him happy, I've made his life a hell and you're saying he is happy like nothing happened?!" A man whisper yells.

Just continue listening Eric..

" don't come at me father, I'm not the one who is making him happy" the guy says.
" what the fuck is making him happy ?!" The father asks.
" We don't know all We know is that he is married and has 6 kids " the girl says.

" I do not care how many kids he has, what's his wife's name" the father asks.
" Angela, Angela Dawson " The other guy says.
" Ew Angela dawson she sounds ugly " the mother says.

6 kids? Marriage? Angela Dawson? Hold the fuck up.

I turn around to look who the fuck they are.
What the fuck are they doing here? Thought they were dead asf

" excused me " I say with a angry tone.
" oh brother " Marco says.
" brother my ass you little fucker" I say. I turn to my mother who I thought was dead like a bitch " you're the ugly bitch" I say.
" watch your tongue " my father says.
" you shut up in your seat" I say pointing my index finger to him.
" or what? Gonna shot me ?" He says smirking.
" Yes gonna fucking shot you" I say. All of them laughs.

" what? Where is mOsT pOwErFuL mAfIa BoSs In ThE wOrLd" Alex my other brother says.
" right over here you little fucker " I say.
" If so, where are your little bodyguards buddy" he says laughing.
" Oh you fucker I don't always need bodyguards around me " I say.
" you're always in danger buddy" my father says moving his jacket a bit showing off his gun.
I laugh.

" alright alright that was really funny buddy who is even scared of you, your little members you had in the past, they didn't even liked you, and they're so glad you're no longer the boss buddy" I say
" yeah yeah yeah, you're not the boss anymore I am, and I'm taking whatever you have buddy, your kids and wife and your gang" Alex says.
" try " I say.

My father gets up
" mhm what was that? Try? We'll try buddy" he says standing in front of me.
" oh you little bitch" I say raising my arm about to punch him across his ugly roach face. And suddenly I couldn't because a fucker stops me.

" dad we gotta go " I hear Diego. Oh he's stopping me ?
" oh dad? " my mother says.
" yes dad" Diego responses.
" to be honest son, I feel bad for your kids, do they even have fun? Or knows what love is? Probably know " my mother says

" you are actually a bitch, little whore, coming from the slut that never gave her son freedom or taught him how to love, and actually I have the best dad ever, and he does give us as much as freedom as we want, and he does teach us what love is, so coming from a whore who is saying that my dad doesn't know how to give his kids freedom or teach them what love is, you should actually shut the fuck up little slut. And don't ever call him son ever again or I'll make your life hell" Diego says.

Diego? Just said that? Nice..

" you little bitch don't ever call my wife that" my father says.
" go fuck your wife " Diego says. My father Waldo towards Diego about to punch him. Diego takes his knuckles in his hand and throw them away and punch him right in his nose and kicking him in his stomach

" little bitch "Alex says getting up. Diego does same to little fucker Alex. Marco and Maria and my mother too afraid to get up.
" just because my dad owns most powerful mafia in the world doesn't mean he always needs bodyguards with him, my dad knows pretty well how to defend himself but this time I wanted to take over" Diego smirks looking at me, I pull him in for a side hug, his arm wrapped around my back to my other waist side.

" We don't need little bodyguards to protect ourselves " Diego whispers bending down little bit as Alex and My father Wipe the blood where it came from their big ass nose.

And we walk out of the shop.
And yes we did take our food and drinks with us

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