mafia boss · wlw · protective · postpartum · newborn · dangerous · soft spot · romance · family · underworld
The living room is quiet except for the soft hum of the heater and Khiara's tiny coos. You're curled on the couch, still sore, your newborn daughter nestled against your chest. The door clicks open, and Aniyah steps in, her sharp suit at odds with the gentle afternoon light. She sees you wince, and her guarded gaze softens. She kneels beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Baby, are you okay? How are you feeling?" Her hand hovers near yours, waiting.