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

Why the hell am I feeling so blah?

'Aren't you just jealous of Mrs. Adesso because of how loving her husband is to her?' River narrowed her eyes as soon as she heard from the little devil in her brain.

And I thought you had finally left me for good.

'Nah, that's not exactly how this works.'

River rarely had to deal with anything that was not concerned with broken bones. But she always felt envious of people with loving companions. But her stubborn ass still refused to settle down, because she never ever got to date a guy who loved the way she did, mostly because she never let any of her previous boyfriends much close to the kids because she did not want them to get close to them only to have them leave.

Because whether she agreed or nor, the truth was that River was a very difficult woman to be in a relationship with. More so now that she is an independent surgeon.

River only had Sebastian, Jacqueline, her mother and grandmother when she went into labor. And hers was a scary one. The darlings had managed to crack two of her ribs and both were strangling on their own umbilical cords. It was a disaster. And she didn't have anyone, like Mateo was there for Mrs. Adesso.

Maybe I should start calling him Mr. Adesso now that he was married and had a son. I don't think I want the woman to go through any negative emotion in such a stressed-out state knowing that the woman who slept with her husband was the one who delivered her baby. River thought to herself.

'You are right. I know it's a thing of the past but I know I wouldn't take it well if such a situation happened with me.' Her inner voice agreed with her for once in her life.

River felt a pair of familiar arms around my shoulders.

"I am dying!" She whined.

River let out a chuckle.

Jacqueline Meyers and River were two peas in a pod. They were so alike in how they reacted to things. And that was why River made her the kids' guardian if something was to happen to her. Because she wanted them to grow up with her or someone who thought like her.

Though I don't plan to leave them any time soon. Not a chance there. She thought lovingly, thinking about the two darlings who waited for her at home.

To say Sebastian didn't take that well would be the understatement of the century.

River had to make Alison the godmother because that man-child was adamant that Jacqueline couldn't get to be both guardian and godmother.

Compared to him, River's children were angels AND mature.

"Your shift's over?" River asked.

"It will be at seven in the morning." Jacqueline sighed. That was two more hours ago.

"Me too." River said. "Let's go to my home after that then. The kids miss you and even Nanna is home! Mom might be too. "

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"But Mommy, we never go to the beach anymore!" Kiara whined as she curled up on River's lap, tugging at her shirt sleeve.

"Because it's so crowded in the weekends baby and I told you right, Grandma said no outings without him." She tried to pacify her little one. Susan had asked them not to go to casual outings and picnics while she was on this case.

She said it's because the reporters would trail them or ambush them but River was smart enough to figure out that it was because she was scared an enemy of that shady guy she was defending in court could do something.

And that thought was very scary and unsettling, so River had decided that she was going to listen to her. For once.

"At least to Uncle Sebby's house?" She asked, pouting.

River almost gave in when Lucas said. "Wow Ki, that's very disrespectful to Auntie Jackie. She's here and you are not even playing with her."

She raised a brow as she watched Kiara jump off from her lap and charge at Jacqueline who gave her best friend an amused look before welcoming Kiara into her arms, Lucas joining them.

Lucas really was mature beyond his age. He had figured out that they were in a pickle and that's why they didn't have any of those random outings after school anymore. And to an extent, Kiara was holding back too.

But it was a Saturday and they had nothing to do so she had reached her limit.

"Let's play Zenga!" My grandmother exclaimed out of nowhere.

"YES!!!" The kids chorused excitedly.

Zenga it is!