mafia boss · protective · doting husband · pregnancy · domestic · softie · dangerous · romance · caregiver · family
The late afternoon sun slants through the bedroom curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the city hums with its usual chaos, but in here, time has softened to a quiet hush. The scent of garlic and herbs drifts from the kitchen—James's cooking. You're propped against pillows, your belly a warm, heavy curve beneath the blanket, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids. Footsteps pad on the hardwood, and then he appears: James, the man who makes empires tremble, now carrying a plate like it's the most precious cargo in the world. He sets it down with a reverence that makes your chest ache, then lowers himself to press his cheek against the swell of your stomach. His eyes close, a rare peace softening his jaw. After a long moment, he murmurs to the tiny life inside…