Mafia love

Chapter 32

My eyes snap open. A sound of a baby crying fills the air. I roll out of bed, extremely sore from giving birth. "I'll go tesoro." Ezra whispers before kissing my forehead. "That's sweet of you but can you breastfeed?" I smile. He laughs, "we can go together then." He states.

We both get out of bed and walk across the hallway to the nursery. I pick up our baby girl and sit in the rocking chair. I untuck a boob and she struggles to latch on. "She isn't latching." I say panicked. "She will baby, the midwife said it could take a while." He reassures me. After a few minutes of trying she latches on.

"That is a weird feeling!" I whisper shout. Ezra laughs and his cute smile is across his face. "We need a name for baby Coppola." I whisper whilst staring at her and then to Ezra. He is lent against the door frame looking like an absolute dilf.

"Maybe we could name her, Rosa. Rosa is the meaning of a woman with dew and Aurora, a breezy and wonderful dawn with beautiful landscapes." Ezra explains whilst staring at our baby girl. He averts his eyes to me. "Exactly like her mummy." His soft smile decorates his face.

"What was your mum's name?" I puzzle. "She was called Athena." He sighed. "Her name sounds as beautiful as her memory and grace." I smile and our baby unlatches from my boob. The other one is full but she won't take any more.

Ezra takes her from my arms and into his. She looks like she belongs in his arms, they both look peaceful. I put my boob away, and can I just say they are huge from pregnancy! I try to get the breast pump on my other nipple so that they are even and it doesn't get too full. I can't do it. I groan in annoyance.

"What's wrong Tesoro?" Ezra puzzles whilst he is burping the little fragile world in his arms. "I can't figure out the breast pump." I laugh, earning a laugh from Ezra as well. Our baby girl let's put her gas and throws up a little on Ezra's shoulder. I smack my hand over my mouth. "She was sick a little." I try not to cry. I really need to get over this fear.

"It's okay, focus on your breast pump." Ezra assures me as he places her down and wipes the sick off of his shoulder. He places a gentle kiss on her forehead before walking over to me. I hand over the breast pump and he looks at it in confusion. "What the fuuckkk?" He whispers. "Exactly." I agree.

After a few minutes he figures it out and my other boob is being emptied whilst he changes our baby's nappy. "Rosa Athena Coppola." I smile. Ezra stops what he's doing and looks towards me. "It's beautiful." He smiles. "Our baby girl, born on the 28th of July 2023 at 21:37pm. She is Rosa Athena Coppola." I smile in the rocking chair.

Ezra can't help but smile big and proud. "If we have another kid, then you will probably want a boy so that he can inherit the mafia." I say watching as Ezra carefully changes out daughters nappy. "Boy, girl... I don't care. I know that Rosa will kick ass, and if she wants the mafia... it's hers." He replies making me smile.

I love this man unconditionally. I feel my eyes well up. Why am I crying? I wiped the tears from my cheeks and Ezra notices. "What happened?" He asks with concern laced in his tone. "I don't know why I'm crying." I sob. He giggles a little and rubs my back. "Ellie warned me of this." He states.

"What?" I ask confused. "She said that hormones are awful during pregnancy, but especially during post partum." He explains. I nod and he pulls my into his strong arms. His embrace is warm and gentle. When he lets go he gives Rosa another forehead kiss before placing her snug in her crib.

He walks over to me and helps me remove the breast pump. "I'll put this in the fridge, you get back to bed." He demands in a soft tone. I nod and smile at his kindness. But I suppose it's the bare minimum. He helps me stand and when I enter our bedroom he goes downstairs to the kitchen.

My eyes shut as soon as they hit the pillow. My phone wakes me up as it pings. I shut my eyes for two minutes and I'm already disrupted. I groan as I grab it. It's from Ezra. I open it quickly as I start to panic. Why has he text me? He was going to the fridge for two seconds.

I open it and it says, 'someone is here, gun in wardrobe.' I get up as quick as possible. My belly was still big and I was extremely sore but I push pass the pain. I pick up Rosa and head to the secret room through some unknown stairs at the back of the house. I place Rosa in there safe and sound, locked away so that only me and Ezra can reach her.

I head towards the kitchen and see Ezra held at gunpoint. He has a gun to his head. I waste no time in pulling the trigger, ramming two bullets into the strangers skull. Ezra runs to me and hugs me without hesitation. "Are you hurt?" Ezra worries. "Baby I'm fine, are you okay?" I question him whilst scanning him for an injuries. "I'm absolutely fine, where is Rosa?" He panics. "She's perfectly safe." I state before giving him a quick kiss.

When I pull away I realise something. "Where the fuck are your men?" I puzzle in clear confusion. "I don't know." He frowns. We walk around the house and see them tied up in the room where people are tortured and killed. There were 20 of our men in there. 20 guns pointed to their heads. Ezra moves me behind his back. We have one gun. One fucking gun.

"I want your daughter, I know she's around here somewhere." A random voice appears. I see Ezra's muscles clench and his fists tighten. "You won't ever get her." Ezra growls. I secretly pull out my phone as his body shields me from sight. I text his men that are dotted around the entire country.

I back me and Ezra out of the room enough so that the men can barge through without gunshots hitting us. I pass Ezra the gun.  When the men charge through the front door gunshots are fired relentlessly. It lasts a few minutes as Ezra owners some of the deadliest assassins in the world. I run to untie some of the men beside Ezra. Ezra immediately rings his private doctor.

When the private doctor get here, he attends the wounds of Ezra's men. I run through the house to where the secret room is located. Rosa is still sound asleep. The room is sound proof, you can't hear anything in or out. She was safe. I carry her in my arms up to our bedroom and place her in the attachable crib at the side of our bed.

Ezra returns not too long after and joins us in bed. I face Rosa the entire night and Ezra spoons me so I feel a sense of security and it allows his to watch over Rosa as well.