Page 47 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

“I hope it’s twins first, but it doesn’t matter… Oh, my son!” his mother cries, tears really flowing now.

Poor kid, he thought he was gonna get the third degree, but I have to explain to him like I explained to his mom all those years ago.

“The more in our family, the stronger we are, son. The more of us there is, the more love we can share.”

“You… You’re not mad?” Will asks, and his mother and I look at each other, remembering all the years of happiness and the more to come.

“No son. We love you and we’ll love all of you, the whole family, always.”

I mouth the words Thank You to my beautiful wife, for putting up with me, for giving me these precious gifts.

For always being there for me and for always being my best friend, lover, and number one.

My only.

My forever.

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