The Mafia King's Nicotine

Chapter 48

Already she had this deep sense of pride and love for this little blob. Her sweet little blob of a son.

She held the photos in her hand, staring at the small hand stretched out above his head. Nothing but her little blob filled her mind. Nothing but the dreams of the future with her little family, Erik by her side, spending each day in youthful bliss. Dreams that were once of college classrooms and hours in the library, had been replaced with dirty diapers and spit-up. Yet somehow that seemed preferable.

Vivian never thought that she would ever feel this way. Choosing a child over what could have been a successful future, but so much had changed between then and now. She wasn't the person she had been in high school. Not even close.

She had grown so much in just a few months, even Erik had seen the womanly shift in his wife. She had gone from a rather loud and sarcastic teen to his perfect submissive wife. Of course, that was before Ollie. Before he tortured her into the shell of the woman she once was.

Erik's hand slithered across her thigh, squeezing tightly as he spoke with her mother. "The doctor said she needs to gain at least 10 pounds before our next visit." His hold on her tightened.

A warning.

"Vivian!" Her mother shrieked, "Are you not eating?"

"I am, ma," She told her quietly, "Nothing will agree with my stomach and I have trouble keep anything down."

Her mother frowned in disapproval but lightened up a moment later, holding out her hand, "Can I see him?" She asked.

Vivian looked up at her, then to her husband, with wide eyes. She trusted her mother, of course, she was one of her best friends but her mind told her not to relinquish even photos of the most important thing in her life.

"Come on Princess. Let her see." Erik nudged her and she slowly passed across the photos. She watched them carefully, ensuring nothing would happen to them. It seemed something so minor to worry about but those photos represented so much more.

Her attention was shifted, however, when Erik pulled her closer by her waist and into his lap. He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in deeply, bathing in her intoxicating scent.

She leaned into him, the back her of her head against his shoulder. She kept a watchful eye on the photos, fearing even a slight crease in the paper. She used the reassuring comfort of Erik's arms around her middle to relax a bit.

"Wow." Mrs. D'inia said, "He's waving just like you did!" She held back out the pictures to Vivian, who accepted them in a rush.

"What do you mean?" Erik asked looking at the pictures over her shoulder. He too couldn't get enough of the idea of their little family. His perfect little family. He kissed Vivian's cheek roughly and she wrinkled her nose up in a smile.

She circled the small hand with her bitten down fingernails, "See, babe? Right there. He's waving at us." She smiled widely between her two boys.

Erik took her abused fingers in his and pressed soft kisses to each nail. " I see, baby girl, I see." But his eyes had gone from the photo of his son to the sparkling green eyes of his wife.

Mrs. D'inia loved seeing the couple like this. Her daughter actually looked happy and she wished her husband could see that too. Erik was good to their daughter and he needed to make amends with their situation.

Mr. D'inia had barely acknowledged his daughter's presence in their home except for when she first returned. That was until he realized Erik would be staying with them. That did not sit well with him and no amount of reasoning on his family's part would change his mind. Vivian's pregnancy didn't help matters either.