Chapter 13

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by Maddiek35

by Maddiek35

I throw my bag with my workout clothes in it onto the king size bed. I hear Nikolas come into the room.

"We didn't know that you were already home. If you want Bella and I can leave." Nikolas mumbles as he carries Arabella on his hip. I turn around to see him in his night time boxers that are loose on him so he can walk around our home in his underwear when Arabella is around.

"No it's ok." I smile at him and Arabella.

"Daddy and I made pizza, mommy! I wanted pepperoni pizza, but daddy said that cheese pizza was your favorite so we halved the pizza!" She tells me happily.

"Arabella ate her pieces earlier. I wanted to eat with you so I waited." Nikolas tells me.

"You didn't have to wait, Nik, but thank you for waiting on me." I kiss him on the cheek as we walk down the stairs following Arabella.

That Night in Bed

"Why did you say that Arabella isn't your heir?" I finally break the ice.

"Roll over and look at me, mi amor." I do as he said.

"The Italian Mafia has a rule that most mafia's don't follow. 'In order for a child to be considered an heir. The child's mother must be the Regina.' You see Tyler, our future kids are the only children allowed to be considered a heir. Just because you consider Arabella your daughter doesn't mean she is your blood. Only your blood will be my heir."

"Why haven't I ever been told this?" I question.

"Dominic and I both thought you knew that rule. After all you were raised as a mafia child. Your dad was the best assassin when my father was the Don." We hear a soft knock at the door knowing who it is.

"Come in, Aria. You can sleep with us." She runs in and gets in between the two of us.

"I love you mommy. I love you daddy." She says before she falls asleep. Before Nikolas and I could fall asleep there is another knock on the door. We fucking know who this is too.

"No Dylan!" Nikolas whisper-yells.

"Come on Dylan." Nikolas glares at me. Dylan walks in with tears still falling down his cheeks and Nikolas's glare disappears.

Another reason Dominic calls him little Dylan is because he has nightmares. Ever since we were all kids he has had them. Sometimes he is fine, but most of the time he finds himself in bed with me holding him. His whole family was killed by the Japanese when he was 4. Right in front of his eyes. Nikolas's father came in and saved him. He grew up beside Nikolas.

"It's ok Dylan." I hold him as he sobs. Nikolas gets up and carries Arabella to her room tucking her in. We both know that we won't be getting any sleep tonight and we are both ok with it knowing that we are helping Dylan.

Nikolas walks back into the room with a glass of chocolate milk, Dylan's favorite. He turns on the light, sitting on the other side of Dylan. He gives him the chocolate milk and let's him sip on it.

"Want to talk about it?" I whisper. He shakes his head and give the glass to Nikolas to put on my nightstand.

"Can you just hold me, please?" I smile sadly at him.

"Of course." I hold him in my arms. Nikolas gets back in bed on his side.

"He doesn't deserve this Nik."

"I know, mi amor." He holds me and Dylan both.