The Mafia's Babies by Kaycee Romano (howl and other poems txt) 📗

"Did they go for ice cream without us?" Kiara looked up from her iPad. She was starting to be interested in mild shooting games. River didn't need to guess which Aunt she got it from. 

"Nah, they know they can't choose flavors to save their lives. They need us." River commented.

She had grown so bored that she had asked Lucas to lend her his coloring book so that she could have some fun with it for some time. 

"Mom, you are coloring out of the line." Lucas sighed for the hundredth time. Of course, River knew to color within the lines. She had hands that she could hold at one position for hours. Perks of being a surgeon - she had hands so steady that they could be confused for figurines. 

But her son was so freaking adorable when he was annoyed or mad so the bored woman couldn't help but mess with him. It was the most endearing thing in the world to be scolded by him. She knew that Kiara and Lucas were too young, and she was not that old yet either, but she could just imagine how it would be when she grew old and they grew up. She hoped Kiara stayed the same - sweet and blunt while Lucas her angry little man. 

Her smile grew wider when she found Mateo in her imagination - as her husband. This was the same career oriented surgeon who swore off any relationship in her life. She didn't want kids either. 

Now look at her, she wouldn't give up her life for the world and it was funny how like some cliché story, she had ended up in a relationship with her baby daddy, the same cocky ass who had made her heart skip a beat when they met last year and have made her heart skip multiple beats after their reunion. God, he was not good for her heart. But why the hell was he so perfect for her then?

She had a feeling that everything was going to be okay now. Everything was finally going to be okay. 

"Missed me!" Sebastian exclaimed and jumped back immediately with his hands up in the air when Alessia pointed her gun at him. 

Lucas and Kiara burst out laughing, Kiara chucking her iPad on the couch before standing up and jumping up and down, clapping. 

"Zia got you, Uncle Seb!" Lucas giggled. 

River smiled, looking between her son and daughter. This certainly was an upgrade from two months ago when they were crying their eyes out after Mateo trained a gun at her head. Maybe they thought it was a toy guy. Maybe they didn't. At this point, it didn't really matter to River as long as her kids weren't traumatized.