Page 93 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

“I’ll be here when you get out. Good luck,” Tony tells us.

Matias helps me out of the car, wrapping an arm around my waist, and guides me to the pathway. I can’t see through the windows of the office; the tint is too dark. Matias opens the door and a bright room with light blue walls and leather couches comes to view.

It’s warm and inviting.

And we are the only ones here.

“I rented out the space. I didn’t want anyone to know we were here. I have to protect you and our children against my enemies.”

“Thank you.” I kiss the top of his hand.

“Mr. and Mrs. Milazzo?” an older woman with red hair and wrinkles around her eyes smiles at us.

I don’t bother correcting her. I know one day that will be my title.

“Doctor Griffin,” Matias greets her, before turning to me. “My brothers’ wives came to this office for their pregnancies.”

That makes me feel a little better.

“Follow me. Let’s see what’s going on, okay?”

I blow out a breath, and we follow her into the first room on the right. A table sits in the middle of the room, a large screen to the left, and a picture of a baby in the womb is hanging on the wall to the right. It smells like a hospital, sterile and cold.

“I’ll be right back. Put this gown on. I’ll give you some privacy,” Doctor Griffin says.

She leaves, and I exhale. Matias helps me undress, then slides the itchy gown on. I lie down on the table, which is softer than I imagined it would be.

“Knock, knock.” Doctor Griffin pokes her head through the door. “Are we ready? I’m going to attempt an ultrasound, then a transvaginal ultrasound, to see how far along you are, get measurements, and make sure everything is on track, okay?”

I nod, gripping Matias’s hand. “Okay.”

He pushes my hair back. “Everything will be okay.”

First, she does the ultrasound, squirting cold jelly on my stomach, and I flinch.

“Sorry. I should have warned you.”

“It’s okay.” The wand slides around my stomach.

“Mmm, I can’t see much, which tells me you aren’t six weeks yet. You’re close. I see something here.” She clicks a few buttons, zooming in. “But I think we can get a better idea with the transvaginal ultrasound, okay?”

She wipes off my stomach, and prepares the other wand, slicking it up before easing it inside me. I wince from the discomfort.

“You’re doing so well,” Matias whispers. “I’m so proud of you.”

“There we go,” the doctor announces, and Matias whips his head up to see the screen. “Right here. Looks like you’re five weeks along.” She moves the wand and tilts her head. “Well, look at that. One,” she points. “And two. Looks like you’re having twins.”

“Twins?”

“My brother and I are twins. This is… this is amazing. We’re having twins!” Matias shouts, tears filling his eyes as he kisses me. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“I’ll know more later on to make sure it’s twins. It’s very early, but I’m optimistic,” the doctor informs.

My chest fills with joy, then a dark cloud settles over me when I think of Michael. I’m so thankful that the restraining order is against him, but I know it won’t stop him from doing whatever he has planned.

“Marry me,” he whispers into my ear, sliding something heavy on my finger. “Marry me, Sophie.”

“Yes.” I kiss him, doing my best not to cry. “Yes, always yes.” I look down at the massive diamond, the doctor smiling at us as he drapes the gown over my exposed area.

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