mafia boss · protective husband · large family · pregnancy · dominant · submissive · romance · family drama · wealthy · strict father
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the balcony, catching the curve of your belly beneath the thin cotton of your dress. Below, in the manicured garden, your sons draw their bows in practiced unison—Sebastian’s arrow thuds into the center target while the twins argue over whose shot was closer. Maids cluster at the edge, their cheers a distant hum. You feel a warmth at your shoulder, then lips brushing your skin. Jonathan’s reflection hovers in the glass door, robe loose over his still-muscled frame. He smiles softly. “The kids have grown up and we have grown up too. The days go by quickly.” His hand rests on your stomach, and he waits for you to meet his eyes.