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

I Forgot My Clothes

"Wake her up." River heard a whisper.

"You wake her up Papa."

"She will kick me."

"No she won't."

"What's going on you guys?" The orthopedic surgeon mumbled as she turned her head to the other side, blowing away the curly hair that tickled her nose, not bothering to open her eyes.

She was in a very comfortable position, lying on her stomach, and her lower abdomen and back were very happy with the position so she refused to move.

"Morning Mommy." She felt her little boy, Lucas on her back as he bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek making a smile to appear on her face. She silently wished that he would sit like that on top of her aching back all day. It just felt so comfy.

"Morning my little prince." She whispered, snuggling into her pillow.

"Open your eyes Mommy." Kiara rolled over to her mother's side and she put her tiny arm around her mother's neck.

"No.." She groaned, pulling her little girl close to her.

"Come on Mommy." Lucas shook her.

River opened her eyes reluctantly, squinting at the brightness of the room. Mateo was sitting up on the bed, smiling at the three of them. He had changed out of his pajamas and had his hair cut and beard trimmed.

'Thank heavens.' River thought. 'He looked like a hobo with unruly hair and beard.'

"Morning Mrs. Adesso." He winked at her while she rolled her eyes, holding herself up on her elbows.

"Morning Mr. Adesso. And I prefer to be called Dr. Johnson." She gestured for her little Lukey to get off her back and she sat up properly as he did, pulling him onto her lap while caressing Kiara's hair as she laid next to her, looking up at her with a lazy smile.

The kids had gotten her curls. As much as River loved how adorable her babies looked with the curly hair, she felt equally bad for them if they ever plan to grow it out. It was going to be a struggle trying to tame it.

"Papa said we were going on vacation." Kiara looked up, a bit confused. "But I thought we were already on vacation."

River turned her head towards her baby daddy. "We are?"

"I told you yesterday." He raised a brow. "And you agreed."

Okay, when did that happen?

Now that she thought about it, Mateo indeed was saying something while she was falling asleep the last night. She must have agreed to him without knowing what exactly he was saying.

River sighed. "I was half asleep by then and my brain registered none of what you said."

"So we are not going?" Lucas turned to his mother.

"Hmm.. Depends." She shrugged.

"On?" The three of them asked in unison, identical looks on their faces. They really were father and children, weren't they? Of course they were, she had seen the paternity test results with her own eyes.

"Where we are going and for how long."

Honestly, she knew that she was going to agree to however long it was going to be because she wanted Mateo and the babies to spend as much as time together as possible now that they knew about their relation and before Mateo went back to his busy schedule. But she was also very skeptical about where this Capo of the Sicilian Mafia was going to take them. It was not that she didn't trust Mateo – frankly, it was too late to start not trusting him – but she was a mother and she had the innate motherly concern and paranoia.

The whole Mafia thing didn't help.

She absolutely adored Adam, Alessia and Michelia but she had not interacted with any other of 'the made men' and so she wasn't comfortable with letting her kids around them. Then again, she knew that the kids were going to meet them one day or the other. It was inevitable.

"For a couple of weeks." Mateo said. "And we are going to Amalfi in Italy."

"Why there?"

"To make the kids meet their paternal grandparents of course."

Oh.

"REALLY?" The kids squealed. Mateo had been telling the kids about his parents and they had been excited to see them, though River always wondered about the kind of parents they would be considering only his mom visited him once or twice when their son was shot. And his father never came. And Alessia too, had never made an appearance. At least to River's knowledge.

Then again, she had to guess that gunshots were like paper cuts to these people.

She wished she could see her family too. Or at least talk to them over the phone.

'Now I can't refuse to the babies meeting their paternal grandparents, can I?'

"I am down." River smiled.

The children cheered, getting off the bed and running off probably to find Janet or Adam.

"How are you feeling?" River turned to see Mateo observe her with a small smile on his face.

"You know, that's my line." She pointed out, throwing the duvet off of her.

"Well, I am not the one bleeding out through my vagina right now." He quirked a brow.

River rolled her eyes, Now how did he know that?

"You were cursing in your sleep, punching at your back. So I figured it out." He said, as if reading her thoughts.

She nodded. Well the worst was over. Now it was just the discomfort.

"How are you feeling today? Does it still hurt? " River asked as she got off the bed, putting on her cozy slippers.

"Well, I think I am getting used to the slight discomfort." He replied. "I did everything by myself in the morning."

River gave him a look. "Don't push it." She warned him. "The last thing we want is the wound reopening and getting infected."

"Okay Mommy." He mocked.

Can I throw a pillow at him? The voice in her asked.

Of course I can.

River threw her big fluffy pillow at his head but unfortunately the guy didn't even budge from his sitting position as he guffawed out loud.

Dumbass.

River walked into the bathroom, disposing off her night pad and hopping into the shower along with her toothbrush because she felt unclean and in need of a shower.

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