THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

Sin and I were putting decorations and baby clothes in the recently finished baby nursery. We had shopped for baby clothes that were unisex. Sin had put everything up by himself; I helped a little. He refused to call anyone for help, saying he wanted to do it himself.

“Check this out,” I said, presenting him a pink baby bodysuit with the inscription “daddy’s little angel.”

He comes behind me, pulling me toward him, planting a kiss on the side of my neck. “I love it,” he replies, spinning me around for a real kiss.

I giggle. “Do you think it’s okay to set up the nursery now when we leave for New York tomorrow?”

“It will be easier for us; that way we don’t need to rush to set up the nursery when we come back with the baby.”

I nod, “So how is the crib coming along?”

He smiles, covers my eyes with his hand, and leads me over there. “It was hard putting them together, but I was finally able to do so,” he chuckles.

I pulled his hand off my eyes, and I was welcomed with the sight of a beautiful crib. There are hot air balloons soaring through the clouds, and stars are creating a perfectly dreamy collection for any little boy or girl in a soft colour. I ran my hand through it, noticed a small red heart by the side of the crib, and smiled.

“What do you think?” He asked nervously. “Do you think this is the right way to put them, or should we just call someone to fix them? I think we should call someone to fix them.”

I took his hands in mine, shaking my head. “We don’t need to call anyone; it looks..” I maintain eye contact with him when I say the next word. “Perfect,” smoothing my thumb along his sharp jawTêxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

His lips stretched in a smile, flashing those pearly white teeth of his. He leans down and kisses my lips.

Right now, right here, is all that matters. It wasn’t about how we came to be or what happened between us, but how we were able to overcome everything. We loved each other, and I know we will continue to love each other for a very long time.

My tummy rumbling was what caused us to pull apart. I blushed at the sound it made while Sin grinned.

“Let’s get food in that tummy of yours before you start getting cranky.” He jokes, smiling at me like he always does, he stares at me with those beautiful dark orbs. “What do you want to eat? Are you craving anything?”

“No, I have no idea what I want to eat. Why don’t you surprise me?” I say, running my hands around his hard chest.

He takes my hand off his chest and smiles deviously. “Why don’t I make you something to eat since you aren’t allergic to any food? How about making pasta with pomodoro and basil?. It has always been one of my favourites since I was little.” He whispers to me, taking my hand in his, and we both leave the nursery room.

We made our lengthy way down to the kitchen, with him stealing glances at me. I blush every single time. We have been together for nearly a year now, and yet I can’t stop the anxiousness and butterflies from swimming around in my stomach any time he stands close to me, looks at me, or even touches me.

We walked into the kitchen and were greeted with the wonderful aroma of many different foods prepared by Sarah and the assisting maids. When they noticed our presence, they dropped what they were doing, bowing their heads slightly.

“I will be using the kitchen for a while; why don’t you all take some rest or go hang out in the pool?” Sin says, his hand still holding mine.

I saw the excitement on their faces when they were excused. I was sure if they weren’t so scared of Sin, they would have squealed in joy. They respectfully bow their heads before making their way out as they chat happily amongst themselves.

“Take a seat,” he said, pulling out a comfortable seat for me, and I eagerly obliged. He pulls an apron around himself, going over to the fridge and opens it to take out the necessary ingredients.

“I’m taking you out after lunch.” He said, closing the fridge after getting everything he needed.

“Where are we going?” I questioned, watching him chop the onion and vegetables.

“I don’t like the idea of you meeting her, but if you say you need it, then I can’t stop you,” he says, lighting up the stove.

I knew it was about my request to see Zoey; I thought he wasn’t going to let me meet her the way he had bluntly refused.

“Thanks.” A lovely smile graced my face. He nods as he continues to cook, pouring the diced ingredients into the pot. He takes a seat beside me, and we both wait for the food to get cooked.

When it was finally ready, Sin served me a plate first, with a glass of water by my side. It smelled so great, my mouth watered. I moaned loudly when I took my first bite. I threw my head back like it was the best thing I had ever tasted.

His foods were always amazing, leaving me wanting more. He was more skilled, and if he decides to pursue this as a career, I am certain he was going to be famous. There was nothing he couldn’t do.

“Amore, you might try toning down the moan. You don’t want them thinking we are doing something nasty, not that I mind”. He chuckled at me and went over to the pot to serve himself a plate of Pasta con Pomodoro e Basilico.

“I can’t help it; it’s like a foodgasm.” I said to him, taking another bite.

Sin takes a seat beside me, laughing. “Only you, amore,” he says, with amusement sipping from his voice.