DeLuca (Mafia Romance)

Mia

It had been two weeks since Carlo had been released from the hospital and he was doing remarkably well given the injuries he’d sustained. He was off the stronger of the pain meds, only taking the occasional pill when he’d over done it. The most difficult part about his recovery was trying to get him to rest. Everything was slowly starting to get back to normal, at least normal for us.

At the moment we were lying in bed. Having just woken up from a nap, I was curled up to his left side, careful not to put any weight on his ribs that were still healing. According to the doctors, since three of his ribs had been fractured on the left side they would take almost as long to heal as the incision from the surgery and the gunshot wound.

“How are you feeling? Are you hungry?” I asked. “I can have Elena bring something up.”

Carlo heaved a sigh, wincing at the pain it caused. “I’m fine, Mia. I’ll let you know if I’m hungry. I just hate being laid up like this. I have shit to do.”

“You don’t have anything to do other than be here with me. The guys have everything else under control.”

He growled, “Doesn’t make me feel any better. I should be running my business, not them.”

“Don’t get that tone with me, you’re the one that jumped in front of a fucking bullet. It’s your own damn fault.”

“What was I supposed to do? Let you get killed?”

“Okay, fine.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Cocky bastard. “So, did the shipment come in all right?”

“We are not talking about work right now. I’m enjoying this moment, don’t fucking ruin it by micro managing. Everything is under control. The shipment came in without issue, just like the last one. I will let you know if something changes. Just focus on getting better, okay?” So far, we’d used Mouse’s parents’ company to haul in two shipments from the southern border and both had been executed exactly as planned.

“That’s all I’ve been doing, Mia. I need a fucking distraction otherwise I’m going to go insane.”

“You need me to take your mind off things for a while?” I asked coyly.

“Don’t fucking tempt me, woman,” he growled, “You know I can’t do any strenuous activity for another six weeks, and what I have planned for you is most definitely a strenuous activity.”

I laughed, “I wasn’t talking about that. I have some news that I’ve been waiting to share with you.”

“What is it?” he asked, concerned.

I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down at him with a smile, “I’m pregnant.”

Mia

It had been two weeks since Carlo had been released from the hospital and he was doing remarkably well given the injuries he’d sustained. He was off the stronger of the pain meds, only taking the occasional pill when he’d over done it. The most difficult part about his recovery was trying to get him to rest. Everything was slowly starting to get back to normal, at least normal for us.

At the moment we were lying in bed. Having just woken up from a nap, I was curled up to his left side, careful not to put any weight on his ribs that were still healing. According to the doctors, since three of his ribs had been fractured on the left side they would take almost as long to heal as the incision from the surgery and the gunshot wound.

“How are you feeling? Are you hungry?” I asked. “I can have Elena bring something up.”

Carlo heaved a sigh, wincing at the pain it caused. “I’m fine, Mia. I’ll let you know if I’m hungry. I just hate being laid up like this. I have shit to do.”

“You don’t have anything to do other than be here with me. The guys have everything else under control.”

He growled, “Doesn’t make me feel any better. I should be running my business, not them.”

“Don’t get that tone with me, you’re the one that jumped in front of a fucking bullet. It’s your own damn fault.”

“What was I supposed to do? Let you get killed?”

“Okay, fine.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Cocky bastard. “So, did the shipment come in all right?”

“We are not talking about work right now. I’m enjoying this moment, don’t fucking ruin it by micro managing. Everything is under control. The shipment came in without issue, just like the last one. I will let you know if something changes. Just focus on getting better, okay?” So far, we’d used Mouse’s parents’ company to haul in two shipments from the southern border and both had been executed exactly as planned.

“That’s all I’ve been doing, Mia. I need a fucking distraction otherwise I’m going to go insane.”

“You need me to take your mind off things for a while?” I asked coyly.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Don’t fucking tempt me, woman,” he growled, “You know I can’t do any strenuous activity for another six weeks, and what I have planned for you is most definitely a strenuous activity.”

I laughed, “I wasn’t talking about that. I have some news that I’ve been waiting to share with you.”

“What is it?” he asked, concerned.

I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down at him with a smile, “I’m pregnant.”

End of book 1