the mafia

Chapter 32

Diamond's POV *One Year Later*

Surprise. Dallas and I got married. Well, we got eloped. Weddings are too much work. We got eloped about six months after I came back to Oklahoma.

But it's been six months since we got eloped and we're in our first argument.

I'm pregnant.

"Dallas, you and I both said we didn't want kids!" I yelled.

"I may have sorta lied..." He said.

"WHAT!" I yelled.

"I know but I haven't used protection ever since you are on birth control."

I stood their blankly. "I don't take it anymore. I told you that two years ago.

"Then how did you not get pregnant two years ago?"

"I DON'T KNOW! I TOLD YOU WHEN I DIDN'T WANT KIDS I WASN'T ON BIRTH CONTROL ANYMORE!"

I groaned. "Fuck..." I mumbled.

"Why don't you want kids?" He asked.

"I've seen a woman give birth before. Don't ask me why. I've seen a lot of weird things in my life. But that shit looks painful as fuck. I can't do that."

"Your dad literally shot you."

"It skimmed my stomach." I said crossing my arms. "And that's not the only reason. Look how I grew up. I hate my mom for doing that to me. I hate my dad for having kids too. I hate them for it. I don't want my kid to go through life wishing they weren't alive and wishing we were dead just for bringing them into the world. I don't want to be like my parents."

"Your parents were mass murders. We aren't."

"I'm classified as a psychopath, Dallas. People don't exactly like me."

"It's like 50/50. Some people do."

"Not everyone."

"Well, it's too late now. I'm sorry. I didn't know. But we can do better than our parents did. We're messed up but we're doing fine."

"You don't get it. I cant do it. Dallas, I can't."

"You can. We'll be fine."

I should trust him more often. Nine months later, I had a baby girl. Worst fucking pain of my life. But it was so worth it. Serena Winston.

Never in my life would I think I'd have a daughter. Never in my life did I think I'd be happy. It only took 21 years but I'm truly happy.

Diamond's POV *28 Years Later*

Dallas and I were sitting on the couch on a nice Friday afternoon and after four kids, we deserve this.

We heard the door open. We both turned around. "Hey, mom. Hey, dad." Serena said.

"Whatever happened to knocking?" I asked.

"I'm your daughter. I can do what I want." I rolled my eyes playfully and stood up. "Paris is getting out of the car. She needs your help." She said to me.

"What about me?" Dallas asked.

"I think we better leave this one to mom." She said sitting down next to him. "What are we watching?" She asked.

I laughed. "I'm better than you." I said sticking my tongue out at him. Still immature but who cares.

"Hi, grandma." Paris said.

Serena had Paris when she was 16. Now she married the guy who got her pregnant. He was a drug addict but he's gotten a lot better since Paris was born. I was disappointed when I found out but I told her she was keeping her because I knew she was gonna be the best thing that ever enters her life. I was speaking from experience. Paris is 13 now and turns 14 next week. But I know she loves her mom and dad. Serena was scared of the same thing I was when I got pregnant. Having a kid that hates her. Except Serena didn't hate me growing up.