Page 113 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“That’s very good to hear.”

I notice the wary glance he gives to Andre, and that’s when I realize they must already know each other. How else would Andre have found out about the baby if he didn’t know who my doctor was? It’s not like he cornered Cassi about it, otherwise I would have heard from her.

I push the information aside, determined to confront Andre about it later. But first, I want to check my baby.

“Why don’t you get yourself ready, and we can get started.”

I slip into the ensuite bathroom and slide out of my panties before heading back out into the bedroom and climbing onto the bed.

Dr. Waite offers me a modesty cover which I place over my legs.

Andre moves to perch beside me, holding my hand as Dr. Waite preps the ultrasound scope.

“Are you excited to hear the heartbeat?” I glance up at him.

He seems tense, but he offers me a nod as he watches Dr. Waite work.

I squeeze his hand to try and ease his nerves, but Andre keeps his eyes locked on the portable monitor as the ultrasound probe is inserted.

I hiss at the coldness of the jelly, and Andre tightens his grip on my hands.

“Let’s see your baby, shall we?” Dr. Waite offers me a reassuring smile before he starts pressing buttons on the monitor.

I look away, wanting to watch Andre’s reaction to seeing the baby for the first time. As the heartbeat sounds through the monitor, his eyes soften in awe as he looks at the screen.

My heart swells at the happiness in his eyes. But there’s something else there too. Sadness? Worry?

Thinking about what Rosa told me, about Andre losing his parents and raising his two siblings, I know he worries.

This past week has shown me some of the realities of his life, and I know he wouldn’t want to do anything to put himself or his child in danger. But he did such a wonderful job with Rosa, and I’m sure he will be the most amazing father.

“That’s our baby.” I turn to look at the screen.

“It sure is,” Andre whispers, pressing a kiss to my hair.

After Dr. Waite leaves, Andre tells me he has some business to attend to with Marco.

I eat dinner down in the kitchen with Rosa, catching up on her day.

She’s finished for the summer with school, despite having to do the last few weeks of the semester online, and now she’s eagerly reading up on her sophomore reading list.

“You’ve got months until you go back,” I remind her, tucking into my cob salad.

Rosa scoffs. “It’s not like I’ve got anything else to do. I’m surprised I’m even allowed outside to play tennis!”

“Who do you play with?”

“Xander.”

I burst out laughing as I look over to the kitchen island where Xander is sitting eating his own dinner. He’s huge, over six feet and built like a brick shithouse, his thick arms covered in menacing tattoos.

“I let her win,” he says gruffly.

“How gentlemanly of you.” I chuckle.

“He’s getting better.” Rosa grins. “But I’ve still got so much time on my hands. My friends aren’t allowed to come over, so I Facetime them, but most of them are off at summer camps.” Her shoulders slump as she picks at her food, looking defeated.

“I’d be happy to play tennis with you tomorrow. And maybe we can have a picnic by the pool and download some of those romance books I was telling you about onto your phone.”

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