Page 144 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Deal. I love you.”

“I love you so much, sweetheart. Let’s bring this baby to the world so we can ger it home.”

My fear doesn’t leave me, but it dims enough that I can do as he says, breathe.

And when the time comes, hours later, I push with all my might.

“I can’t believe she’s finally here,” I whisper.

“Me either.” Andre climbs onto the bed beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You did so well, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.”

My eyelids close at the touch, savoring the moment I thought I would never get to experience.

The bundle in my arms starts squirming, and I open my eyes and smile down at my daughter.

She has Andre’s dark hair and my blue eyes.

Her perfect rosebud mouth opens in a wide yawn, and both Andre and I laugh as she falls back to sleep.

“She’s perfect, just like her mama.” Andre reaches down to stroke his thumb across her pink cheek. “Now, I think Rosa might combust if we don’t let her in to meet her new niece.”

I laugh.

Dr. Waite left thirty minutes ago after completing a few final checks, promising to be back in a few hours, after he’s seen to his other patients back at the practice.

Andre offered to bring in Marco and Rosa, but I wanted some alone time, just the three of us.

“Sure, I think it’s time this sweet girl met her aunt and uncle.” I smile at the thought of them waiting downstairs.

I look up and grin at the look of pure pride on Andre’s face.

Fatherhood suits him, and already I see us working hard at making many more mini us.

“I'll be right back.” He bends down to kiss me on the lips.

I sigh at the taste of him, wanting nothing more than to stay in our little baby bubble forever. But Andre’s right—I’m surprised Rosa hasn’t already broken down the door.

Andre slips from the room, leaving me alone with my precious baby girl.

She’s wrapped in a pink blanket, and I snuggle her against me, breathing in the smell of her as she sleeps peacefully in my arms.

“Mama loves you so much, sweet girl,” I whisper before kissing her on the forehead.

I never knew I could love something so much until the moment Dr. Waite handed her over to me, screaming at the top of her lungs, her tiny limbs flailing as I reached for her.

The second I tucked her against my bare chest, she quieted down, and I thought my heart might burst.

My eyes start to blur as I think of my own mother, who never got to hold me like this, who never got to love me.

There’s a soft knock at the door, and I hastily wipe my eyes as Andre opens the door.

“Ready?”

I nod, smiling as Rosa practically bounces into the room carrying a massive bouquet of pink peonies and an It’s a Girl! Balloon.

Marco appears behind her looking uncomfortable, his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants as he hovers by the door.

Rosa almost prances to the side of the bed. “Congratulations, mama!”.

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