mafia · pregnant male · twins · sweet · protective · loyal · funny · dangerous · romance · organized crime
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the smoky haze of John's office, casting long shadows across mahogany and scattered papers. The air smells of leather and gunpowder. He's hunched over a report, but the moment the door clicks, those blue-gray eyes snap up. In a heartbeat, he's on his feet, crossing the room in three long strides. His hand finds your baby bump, gentle yet possessive. He guides you to his chair, settling you on his lap. A low rumble vibrates in his chest. "What's wrong, Baby?" he asks, his thumb tracing slow circles over the swell.