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Epilogue

7 months after

Sitting at the desk in the living room I Still had multiple papers to sign to complete the translation with the Colombian mafia and I was exhausted.

It's times like this where I really appreciate my wife because being a mafia boss is hard. I've only been taking on her role since she went on maternity leave and it's tough as shit.

Fuck, thank god the mafia still belongs to her because if i inherited it by marriage it would've been over by now. Speaking of her, she waddles into the kitchen slowly.

The way she walks during pregnancy is very cute and hilarious but i can't laugh or smile at it because the last time i did she threw her shoe at me and she has good throws.

She was wearing one of my shirts because she claims the only things that don't make her feel fat, her brown curls in a bundled messy bun and her cute bunny slippers on her feet.

And of course my beautiful babies that she's carrying only give her that pregnancy glow. Mhm, babies. Me and Anna are having twins.

Here's what I know about my children so far, it's one boy and one girl, they're fraternal,

according to Anna they kick each other a lot in the womb and they're very active too. They sound like my babies for sure.

The first born will be a great mafia leader and the other will be just as great in whatever profession they choose.

I wondered if the first born would be baby girl and she'd look and act just like Anna. Anyways.

Anna opens the fridge and grabs herself a water bottle before chugging it. She puts the now empty water bottle in the trash and goes in the fridge again searching for something.

"Lorenzo." she calls out for me. "Hm?" I answer as I continue her work. "Where's my cheesecake?" she asks scarily. A sudden fear washes over me,

"I may or may not have given it to Penny when he was over." I croak. I swear she turns around slowly to face me as if she was in some horror movie, with her eye contact intense and her eyes narrowed.

"I'll get you another cake tomorrow, pretty girl." I chuckle nervously. "Lorenzo. If I wanted a cake tomorrow I would've asked for it tomorrow." she angrily grits.

"We don't have a cake.." I whisper. She stares at me intensely before bursting into tears. "Lorenzo, I am eating for three people! Three!" she sniffles.

I just sat staring at her unsure of what to do once she gets mood swings like this. "All i fucking ask is that my cheescake is in the fucking fridge at all times and i can't even have that!" I stood up from the desk abandoning all papers.

"I will get you the cake now." I rushed. "No, kill yourself. Honestly, kill yourself. What kind of husband gives their pregnant wife's fucking cheesecake away."

"I-"

"Lorenzo i'm honestly serious, kill yourself." she yells. We stood in silence looking at each other before I nodded while sucking in my breath.

"Okay." i said before walking towards the front door of the house to "kill myself." but then she begins crying again, stopping me in my tracks.

"You'd actually leave me alone with the babies." she cries. I sigh again, pinching the bridge of my nose. I should have never let Penny have that damn cake. "No, Baby, I was just going to get the cake." I said softly.

"Is it because I'm fat? Are you not attracted to me anymore?" she wipes her tears sniffling. No, it's because you literally told me to leave.

"You're not fat." I protest. "Don't lie to me." she shakes her hand. "I'm tired again, I'm going to sleep." she says normally as if she wasn't just crying.