A mafias love

Precious

Vincent's pov

I'm staring down at my son. He already looks like me which is scary if you ask me.

But when the nurse said his umbilical cord was wrapped around him I felt a tear come from my eyes.

I felt fear for my son but also Evelyn. She was in so much pain and it hurts knowing you can't take it away.

Now Evelyn is asleep. My mom has gone home, our son is sleeping on my bare chest moving his mouth every now and then.

We haven't named him yet but I think we know what we want to call him.

Greyson Hernandez. No middle name. Grey for short though.

He started to move around and looked like he was going to cry so I moved him into a comfy position so he didn't wake up Evelyn.

There both my precious things in the world.

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The next morning was a rough one. Evelyn has to stay here for a couple more nights due to some bleeding problems.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared about her because I fuckin am. They said that it's nothing majorly concerning but it could affect Evelyn.

Our son is now crying his eyes out whiles Evelyn and I are trying to shush him.

We've tried everything but he just won't settle.

"You should carry him around the hospital he could be getting over simulated by staying in a room for too long" a nurse says as she checks Evelyn's current bleeding.

I nod and look over to Evelyn who is particularly shewing me out whiles still laying down.

I grab him and walk outside the room. He's still crying but quieting down at the same time.

I see some visitors staring at me wide eyed. I cover his face as the papparazi notice this. If Evelyn would let me the paparazzi would be dead by now.