Page 40 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

I scowled at him. This was hard enough, considering I didn’t like asking others for help. I liked solving my own problems, but we didn’t have the time in this particular case. “Just explain when all this happens. The egg and sperm shit.”

“When was her last menstrual period?”

“No idea.”

“Allora, let’s just cover the basics.” He pointed to the third month. “For her to get pregnant by this date, she would need to miss her period in this month. In a normal cycle, ovulation occurs roughly two weeks after a woman’s last period. The egg is viable for eighteen to twenty-four hours.”

My jaw fell open as Zani cursed softly. “That’s it?” I asked.

Mazzola nodded. “Sì, but sperm can live inside a woman for up to five days.”

Thank fuck. Hardy little assholes.

“Her best chance at conceiving is between days eleven and fourteen,” the doctor continued. “So regular vaginal sex during this time is best. How old is she?”

“Twenty.”

“That’s good. She’s at her most fertile in her twenties. Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?”

“I’ve always used condoms.”

“Doesn’t matter. If you haven’t been tested, we should do that right away. There are certain diseases that can impede conception for a man.”

I sighed. “Fine. What do you need to test me?”

“Only blood.” The doctor reached into his bag and took out some supplies. “We should test her, as well. To be sure.”

“That’s not necessary. She’s a virgin.”

Mazzola’s expression didn’t change at this revelation. “Of course, she is your wife, after all. I meant no disrespect, Don Buscetta.” He cleared his throat. “We should be thorough, however.”

“I said it’s unnecessary.”

Mazzola paled at my menacing tone. “If you’re sure, then we’ll just test you.” Standing, he came around to my side of the desk. “Hold out your arm.”

He tied a band around my biceps, then swabbed the inside of my elbow with a wipe. When it was over, I waved him away. “Let me know the results as quickly as possible.”

“I should have them tomorrow. In the meantime, I suggest you try and learn your wife’s cycle. It will make the process easier on both of you.”

I didn’t care if this was easy or not; I just needed it done. “So fuck during ovulation, then she should be pregnant two weeks later. Is that all I need to know?”

Mazzola put the vial of blood in a plastic bag and sealed it. “If you want to be certain, ejaculate inside her every day during those two weeks. That will increase your chances. But her cycle may be irregular, in which case she’ll need to take her temperature to determine the ovulation window.”

Fuck me. Why was this so complicated? “Anything else?”

“Both of you should avoid smoking or cannabis use and eat a diet rich in nutrients. I can prescribe prenatal vitamins now. She should begin taking them, even before conception.”

“Leave the prescription. I’ll have it filled. You’re excused.”

Mazzola straightened and extended his hand. “I wish you the best of luck, Don Buscetta.”

I didn’t move, ignoring the outstretched palm across the desk. “I expect a call tomorrow with those results, doctor.”

After he promised I would hear from him, Mazzola left with Zani. Alone, I stared at the wall and thought about how I planned to fuck a baby into my wife.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Emma

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