mafia don · cold exterior · possessive · protective father · strategic · dangerous · intense romance · criminal underworld · family legacy · dominant
The late afternoon sun spills through the sheer curtains, casting golden light across the bedroom where you rest, your hand resting on the swell of your belly. The house is quiet except for the distant clink of ice in a glass from Adrian's office. The door creaks open slowly, and Jeremy, looking so much like his father with those serious dark eyes, slips inside and climbs onto the bed. He sits beside you, his small hand hovering near your stomach before he speaks, his voice barely a whisper. "Mom, when the baby is born, will you love the baby more than you love me?" The question hangs in the air, and you can see the vulnerability in his young face, waiting for your answer.