Y/N pov:
"I can't believe we're going to have a little angel in 8 months," Alessandro says, rubbing my stomach as he pulls my back into his chest.
"I know, I'm going to be so big," I say, pulling the blanket up to cover my shoulders.
"And I'm going to love you all the way."
"I'm always embarrassed when my pregnancy hormones go crazy in front of the staff."
"Don't be embarrassed, Princess. I am sure none of the staff will think badly of you.".
"Are you sure, like 100% sure?" I ask.
"1000%. Now I have to go to work, but remember, I will call you sometime today, ok?"
"Mhh ok. I'm going back to sleep." I mumble and turn over, hugging the covers.
"Sleep tight, princess," Alessandro says, kissing the tips of my ears.
Alessandro pov:
"What is with the important phone call? I was having a good time with Astoria," Carlo says breathlessly.
"One, I don't need or want to know about your sex life. Second, did she really have sex with you after what you did? And third, why did you run here? A car can do the same, you know."
"You're asking too many questions; you need to live in the moment," he says, putting an arm around me as we walk towards a meeting room.
"I'll put that on your tombstone, because you got shot for living in the moment a little too much."
"I thought you were going into the office building today? Why are you at home?"
"I'm home because I called a meeting with all the staff."
"Why?" asks Carlo.
"You'll see soon," I say.
I walk to the door of the meeting room, scan my eye and fingerprint and open the door to find everyone already seated as I walk in, everyone stands up, I make my way to the front of the room.
"You can all sit down," I say and everyone sits.
"Let's make this short and sweet, I want to be in the office by ten."
"Yes, boss," they all say.
"If you don't already know, I'll tell you now. My wife, Y/N is pregnant with our first child, in eight months we will have a baby boy. Some of you may have noticed that her behaviour has changed in the last two months. That is because of her pregnancy symptoms. Some of you have partners, some of you don't, so let's keep this simple: she'll get angry at you for no reason, she'll start crying, she'll probably throw something at your head, she might ask you to make some really weird food, and she might even have a tantrum.
Whenever this happens, do not react; do not say anything that will embarrass her. You need to be very, very professional with her mood swings. She has no control over them.
I will also add extra security because she is carrying my child. If you are the added security, you are not to be seen; you must be hidden at all times. She doesn't know you exist.
If you work at the front gate, doors must be opened for her. I want you to carry all her bags; do not touch her, but give her a helping hand.
If you work in the kitchen and it sounds like she's constantly craving food, make sure there's always food on the table. If I hear anyone make negative remarks or even make a comment about her, you are dead. And that is best-case scenario."
There are nods from around the room, and a few people take some notes.
"Everybody clear?"
"Yes, boss."
I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket.
I pulled it out to see a text from Y/N.
Princess: I know you're at the office, but can you tell Mattheo and the cooks to make me some ice cream and mash up some potatoes and serve it to me for breakfast? I'm hungry, but I'm sleepy.
Me: Anything for you, Princess.
I look up at everyone
"Mattheo and kitchen cooks, Y/N wants breakfast. Ice cream and mashed potatoes together. Go."
"Yes boss," they all say and leave.
"Everyone else too."
"Yes boss"
-Time skip-
Three days later
Y/N pov
"Do you think the Beast would be good at sex?" asks Alessandro in the middle of the film.
"Why do you want to know that? Belle doesn't have to have good sex. Although, I don't know how she's going to live with him forever," I reply.
"Says the girl who is pregnant," Alessandro says as a joke, but my eyes start to well up.
"What does that mean?" I say, the hormones taking over.
"Oh, Princess, don't cry, bad joke," he says, pulling me into a hug.
"I'll forgive you if you do one thing for me," I say.
"Anything you want."
"I am hungry. Can you get me tuna fish with chocolate milk and oreo, but replace the cream with fake cheese?"
"You want tuna to swim in chocolate milk?"
"Yes," I started to cry. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing; I'll get it for you."
He goes to the kitchen and comes back.
"Princess, they don't have everything here. I'll go to the shop and get them."
"Thank you," I say quietly.
"Anything for my princess and prince. I can't wait for you to deliver him," he says as he rubs my tummy.
