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

"This makes it so much more real." Jacquelin bit her lips, her eyes not leaving the sonogram. A happy tear escaped her eyes. River could see she was as excited to be a godmother as she was about becoming a mother.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "It was real for me from the moment she started throwing up her meals and complaining how loud I breathed and craving just that flavor of ice cream that wasn't in the house."

River grinned at him as she stealthily placed the mug of yuck back on the table. His eyes darted to the ceramic and back at her, his face tensing, preparing for another long torturous sermon.

She grabbed the mug and downed the drink it in one go.

"Blech!" River scrunched up her face as she brought the empty mug down on the table.

She really wished there was a switch to turn off taste buds just for times when she had to drink and eat gross stuff like that!

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Sebastian said, as if talking to a five-year-old and she narrowed her eyes at him before sticking her tongue out and making another "Blehh!" sound.

"Meyers, can't you come stay with me?" She turned to Jacqueline. "Shane can go stay with Cole."

Cole Harris was Jacqueline's boyfriend of years. He worked at a tattoo parlor downtown. He was the typical bad boy while she the good girl. Personally, River did not like the vibe the dude gave her but he was devoted to Jacqueline and she guessed that was all that really mattered.

Jacqueline shook her head, laughing. Of course, she wasn't leaving her boyfriend. Cheesy relationships.

As if you don't fancy that! River's inner voice snorted.

River rolled her eyes. Couldn't the little bitch in her head give her a break?

Now that she thought about it, she didn't think she had the option of a romantic relationship anymore. She always ended up breaking up within months of dating because of one, her job and two, her eccentricity and she was also bit of an aromantic. And now with the twins coming along, she really didn't think she was going to try for stable relationships because she didn't want them to get attached to anyone only to lose them later on.

She decided that she was going to drop all of her romantic fantasies and just have casual relations from now on. Well, it wasn't like any of her past relationships were really romantic or stable in the first place.

She really wanted to look for the father of the children. The guilt ate away at her for depriving all three of them of their bond but how was she to find someone who visited The Loft a few months ago with only the detail known being his intense caramel eyes. She was not going to pretend to be Prince Charming from Cinderella and find him solely based on the eye colour. And what was the chance the man she found was the father – well, there was always a paternity test which could be taken to prove it – and what if the father didn't want to be in their lives? A lot of questions swarmed her mind all the time.

But if, by some miracle, this guy did turn up, and wanted to be part of the kids' lives, she wanted him to at least see the memories that he had missed. So, she had decided to record all those special moments. She did think that all moments involving her beautiful babies will be special but she had thought this out the day she got to know that she was pregnant and had a recording of the pregnancy test as well. And she had also gotten the first sonography session on camera as well that day.

And even if the father never turned up, she would still have all these beautiful memories with her. So, it was a win-win for her.

But then again, what was the probability of him ever turning up? And even if they did meet again, what was the probability of them remembering each other or realizing what their relation was?

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||Eight months later...||

River quirked an eyebrow and suppressed a chuckle at the sight in front of her. Her dear old best friend was exchanging saliva with yet another bimbo he picked up from a club – she was one to quickly judge, she knew that. But she just couldn't help it. Her best friend always brought home the worst kind of women.

She strode in, pulling her forever untamed hair together and tying them up in a messy top knot before she tied her robe tightly around her. She hadn't got much sleep last night, or for the last two months for that matter, so she probably looked like a zombie right now.

The woman in his arms caught sight of her and pulled back, her eyes wide as her arms dropped from his chest.

"Who is she?" She asked, looking flustered and almost cheated. Has some self esteem, good. Maybe not a bimbo after all.

"I am the landlord and his best friend." River smiled at her. Her beautiful features eased out as she got off the counter.

"I should be leaving." She said, tucking a loose strand of her luxuriant blond hair behind her ear. Ah.. to have hair that sit where you want it to!

"No no, stay for coffee." River said, making her way to the coffee maker and pressing the power button. "Take a seat." She gestured to the stools behind the counter. She had to give credit to herself for this; she had done a great work with the interior designing of the place. Of course, she might have annoyed the designer to the point he would probably never work for her, but the place was pure perfection, not too flashy and very homey.

"Thank you." The woman smiled at River, climbing on to a stool.

Sebastian grinned at his best friend, wiggling his eyebrow at her from behind the woman he had picked up from the club last night while she nodded in approval. This was the first woman he had brought home in a long long time whom River did not dislike at first sight. And no one could blame River; though Sebastian was a pain in the ass and the personification of irritating, she still thought the ladies didn't deserve him. Her boy was just too awesome!