The Mafia's Heirs

1. Twins?

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River chewed the inside of her lower lip as she patiently waited for his reaction. She watched him intently as his expression morphed from confusion to wonder to shock to anger to helplessness.

He looked up at her, his eyes narrowed, a frown etched upon his beautiful face.

He turned the stick around, pointing at the two red lines she had stared at all day today.

He shook his head, refusing to believe what was in front of him in plain sight. "You cannot be pregnant!" He growled.

River sighed as she leaned back on the couch, her fingers combing her wild dark brown curls.

"And yet here I am." River closed her eyes, hearing his heavy footsteps hurry towards her.

"Johnson, how the hell are you so calm about this?"

River blinked her eyes open, studying her very best friend, sweat beading his forehead and lips quivering. It was safe to say that he was more a nervous wreck about this situation than she was right now.

She reached for his hands and rubbed circles on the back of them, tugging at them to make him crouch down in front of her.

"Because I am happy." River blew out a breath. "I know this comes with a lot and I mean a lot of repercussions, but I think that the joy and excitement I feel about this whole situation just outweighs them all." A smile tugged at her lips as she finished.

Surely, she was in a pickle here.

She had four problems at hand now.

First and foremost. River didn't know who the father was, as ridiculous as that sounded. She knew that it was the man she had slept with almost two months ago, and that made her roughly seven weeks pregnant. She hadn't slept with anyone within a three-month span before him and none after him.

But the problem was, neither did she know his name nor did she remember his face, because he had disappeared in the morning after before she had woken up.

The only thing she did remember were his caramel eyes because he looked at her with so much intensity that she could not take her eyes away from him. Everything else was just a vague memory. It was as if his stare was engraved into her mind.

And River was a forgetful drunk. Not something she was ever proud of, but this had now put her in a situation where she couldn't let him in on a fact that he had a right to know and where her child would have to grow up not knowing who his or her biological father is. And that made River feel a teeny tiny bit uneasy and guilty.

Her second problem was breaking this out to Sebastian, her best friend and house mate. She had told him now. Mission accomplished?
But she still hadn't told him about the first problem.

Third, telling her family.

Her father died of lung cancer when she was twenty-two so it was just her, her mom and grandmother now.

While Lilith Johnson was a chilled-out lady and would absolutely lose her mind with happiness when she hears about her great-grandchild, her mother Susan Johnson was not going to take it well. The criminal lawyer was cold-hearted to the world but she went ballistic over every small aspect of her daughter's life. River had a messed up past and Susan had always blamed herself for it. And she had promised her husband that she will protect and love her daughter on the behalf of the both of them at all cost. Now she was going to blame herself. But for what?