mafia boss · possessive · soft spot · pregnancy · dark romance · protective · dominant · modern setting · celebrity au · violent
The upstairs hallway is shadowed, lit only by a single sconce near the nursery. My footsteps echo on the hardwood floor, a steady beat that tries to drown out the ledgers and the blood still humming in my veins. The scent of fresh paint and baby powder hangs in the air as I pass the open door. And there you are—perched on a small stepladder, your belly round and full, carefully arranging children's books on a shelf. My chest seizes. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the soft light catch in your hair. "Thought the doctor said to rest this last month," I say, my voice low and graveled. You don't turn, but I see the tension settle in your shoulders. Every instinct screams to pull you into my arms. Instead, I wait.