Destined For The Mafia (18+) (3 of 3)

Chapter 1 - Stefano

Approx. three years later...

[Cat's POV]

"Go tell Daddy what you made, baby." I ruffle Stefano's cute little brown curly hair and point him toward the study.

He runs off in his pitter-patter way of running and I follow, unable to keep the smile off my face.

Having a child makes you soft, there is no doubt about it.

"Daddy!" Stef squeals and I hear Enzo's deep chuckle.

I walk in and see Enzo scoop him up in his arms in front of the desk and take the paper from his hands, inspecting it like it's a Picasso, completely in awe. He isn't even faking, either, he's always amazed by anything Stef makes or draws or even does in general.

"Fantastic, son." He smiles warmly and Stefano grins happily. "This is going on the fridge," Enzo adds and I can't help but laugh.

"It's getting a little full. I can barely get into it now," I tease and he frowns slightly, handing the drawing back to Stefano's outstretched hand for him to hold.

"Then I will buy another fridge." Enzo states, like it's an obvious solution. He's so ridiculous sometimes.

I roll my eyes with a smirk.

"I'll find room on this one."

Stef starts fidgeting and Enzo puts him down. He runs past me out the door and we both laugh.

Once we are in the kitchen, I take the paper from his tiny hand and tuck the corners so it sits snugly on the fridge door among the sea of similar drawings and paintings. I pick up Stef, placing him against my hip and he giggles, looking at it.

"Your daddy loves you very much, Stefano," I whisper to him. "We are very lucky to have him."

"No, I'm lucky to have you both."

We turn toward the sound of the voice. Enzo smiles from the doorway, taking a few steps in as Daria comes in after him. She takes Stef from me as he calls her name and I make my way across the island toward my husband. I turn as he moved behind me, wrapping his hands around my stomach over my blue dress, his cheek against the top side of my head.

"When did we get so mushy?" I ask him quietly, just for his ears.

He smiles into my hair as we watch Daria pass another crayon to Stef at the corner table on the side of the room.

"The day he was born, I guess. But I like it - our family."

"Me too," I agree, leaning back into him more.

"I still want a hundred more..."

My teeth clench.

"Enzo-"

"Look at him," he says. "Don't you want more of that?"

"You know why I'm hesitant," I remind him for what feels like the hundredth time in two years.

"And you know why I disagree," he counters firmly.

I don't want to fight. It's the same thing over and over.

I sigh and try to step forward, but his arms around me don't loosen to let me. My head tilts to the right where his face is.

"So we haven't changed our minds at all, then. Conversation over."

"Give that to mommy," I hear Daria say.

Enzo's touch is instantly off me and I step forward to meet Stef, handing me a hair tie I left on the counter earlier.