Married To The Mafia Don

TWENTY SEVEN

EVERLEIGH'S P.O.V

"Enzo Moretti, metti giu nostro figlio (put our son down)!," I yell at Enzo as he throws our four year old into the air, laughter filling the room of our house. 

I watch in horror as he throws him up and down in the air. My husband was trying to give me a brain aneurysm, that is what it felt like. Enzo chuckles as he places our four year old on his hip before stridding over to me, placing a small kiss upon my forehead. 

"Gli piace, Fiore (he likes it, flower)," Enzo smiles at our son who was trying to wiggle free. 

I roll my eyes as I take our son from him, placing him on my hips as he snuggle his face into the crook of my neck. My eyes catch Enzo's gun that was tucked away in the waist band in the front of his pants. My eyes snap up to Enzo's as I give him a hard glare. 

"Diavolo, cosa ti ho detto sall'assenza di armi intorno a lui (devil, what have I told you about no guns around him)?," I ask sternly as I give him a cold look, "Vai a chiudere quella pistola (go lock that gun up)."

He chuckles, "Qualsiasi cosa per te, mia amore (anything for you)."

I give him a small smile as I shake my head before I walk into the kitchen, giving Greta a warm smile as I place our son down into a chair. 

"Greta!," Our four year old chimes as he sees Greta preparing dinner. 

Greta chuckles as she walks around giving our four year old a kiss on his cheek, giving him a motherly hug. Enzo walks in with Giovanni and I watch as our son's face brightens as he jumps out of the chair running into Giovanni's arms. 

"Don Moretti," Greta greats giving Enzo a smile, "Giovanni."

"Greta," They both greet her back in unison. 

Giovanni walks over to me after Enzo's and I's son runs off giggling after giving Giovanni a hug. Giovanni gives me a small hug as he chuckles taking a step back as he looks down at my pretruding belly. 

"Sembra ancora sbalorditiva all'ottavo mese di gravidanza, piccola (still look stunning at eight months pregnant, little one)," He smirks. 

I roll my eyes with a chuckle, "Bello vedere anche te (good to see you too)."

Enzo strolls towards me with a broad smile gracing his perfect lips as he plants his hand on my stomach giving me another small kiss against my forehead. Our son graces us with his presence again as he gets between us, smiling. 

"Schifoso, papa!," Our son scolds his father. 

Enzo chuckles as he bends down picking our son up, placing him on the side of his hip as he looks at his son. 

"Ama tua madre (I love your mom)," Enzo tells our son softly as he kisses the top of his head before looking at me.

I chuckle as I rub my stomach, "Ti voglio bene (I love you)."

"Anch'io ti amo, mia amore (I love you too)," He whispers. 

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I groan lightly as my eyes flutter open but wince at the bright light coming into the room. My body felt numb thrubbing with pain. I blinked a few times before my eyes finally adjusted to the bright light. I felt a hand grab my arm and I jumped lightly before I followed the arm up to see Giovanni. 

"Vuoi un po 'd'acqua (do you want some water)?," He asks softly.

I nod my head as he goes to pur a cup of water from the pitcher on the side table, putting a straw in the cup. He helps me lean up and I groan as I feel pain shoot through my side. He holds the cup for me as I down the water through the straw, my mouth dry.