Page 19 of Savage Book Boyfriend

Her words hit me deep, especially now, with everything hanging in the balance.

Mimi’s gaze found mine again, and I could see something deeper in her eyes. “You’ve got that same glow, Genesis.”

I froze. My heart skipped a beat, and I glanced down at Mia. “What do you mean?”

Mimi smiled softly. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

I didn’t respond right away. My breath caught in my throat, and suddenly, I couldn’t find the words. I hadn’t even let myself think about it, not with everything happening, but deep down, I knew she was right. The realization settled over me like a weight I hadn’t expected. I'd only recently realized I'd missed my period. Unsure and afraid to find out how far along I was, I didn't want another baby with Chant.

Mimi reached out her hand, and I stood, carefully laying Mia down before walking over to her. She took my hand in hers, her grip surprisingly strong. “You’ll love this baby, Genesis. Just like you love Mia. And I can’t wait to hold the next generation.”

I blinked, the reality of what she was saying sinking in. “How did you know?” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

“I see the way you carry yourself. The way Dante looks at you, and the way you look at him,” she said softly. “There’s love there. He looks at you like you’re the air he breathes, like he’s found something he didn’t know he was searching for.”

My chest tightened at her words. Dante had been everything to me since the moment we met, even before I fully realized it.

Mimi’s voice softened. “I’m glad he has you, Genesis. He needs someone like you in his life.”

I felt my throat tighten, and I squeezed her hand gently. “I’ll be there for him. I promise. I’ll take care of him, just like he’s always taken care of me.”

Mimi nodded, satisfied. “He’s had to be strong for so long. And this... the MS... it’s been hard on him.”

I knew that, of course. I’d seen the struggle in Dante’s eyes, the moments of pain he tried to hide. But he’d never let it break him. And I wouldn’t let it either.

“I’ll be there for him,” I repeated, my voice firm. “No matter what.”

Mimi smiled, and there was something almost mischievous in her eyes. “So, will you let him adopt Mia when you marry?”

Her question startled me, and I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Marry?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mimi chuckled softly. “Oh, don’t play coy with me. The way you two look at each other speaks volumes. You’ll marry him. It’s only a matter of time.”

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but the thought of marrying Dante a second time didn’t scare me like I thought it would. It felt... right. This time, I wanted everybody there. He'd told me that his greatest regret was that Mimi wasn't there. It just meant that we needed a do over.

“Will you?” Mimi asked again, her tone softer now. “Let him adopt Mia?”

I looked down at Mia, still sleeping soundly on the couch. “I think... I think she already sees him as her father,” I admitted quietly. “And I think I want that for her too.” Because she didn't need to have Chant as her father ever with Dante around.

Mimi smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. “Good. Dante deserves that kind of love. A growing family. Despite everything with his father, the bad blood... his siblings are family too. He needs them, just like he needs you.”

I nodded, the weight of her words settling in my heart. Family wasn’t always easy, but it was necessary. And Dante—he deserved all the love in the world.

“I’m happy he’s getting to know them,” Mimi continued, her voice full of warmth. “Even with the past, his siblings weren’t to blame for their father’s mistakes. And Dante needs that kind of connection. Everybody does.”

“I agree.” I paused, and something inside me needed to say what I was feeling about her grandson. I squeezed her hand once more, my heart full. “I’ll love him,” I promised, my voice quiet but steady. “I’ll be there for him.”

Mimi smiled, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep. I sat there for a while, watching her rest, the weight of everything sinking in.

Marriage. A family. A baby.

Dante and I were building something together, something real and strong. And as I looked at Mia, still sleeping peacefully, I knew that we’d be okay. We had to be.

CHANT

Isat in the dimly lit room, my fingers brushing over the cool metal of the gun in my lap. It was a fine piece, custom-made, sleek and deadly. It was almost poetic, how perfect it felt in my hands. Like it was meant to be used to end this.

Dante was coming. I knew he would be. He’d be a fool not to.

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