STOLEN || 18+ (Monsters #3)

Bonus Chapter 2

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Giovanni Valentino

I cupped her face, making her look at me. "You try climbing those fucking stairs by yourself one more time, baby, and I will have a fucking heart attack. You hear me? A full-on fucking heart attack."

She rolled her beautiful eyes. "You're dramatic."

"I'm serious as fuck." I made her wrap her hand around mine and grab the railing with the other as I gently led her up the staircase to our room. She was heavily pregnant with three kids that were supposed to come out any day now.

I was close to a fucking heart attack every time I thought of it. Leyla would be a wonderful mother. Fabiano would be an amazing father. Me? I didn't fucking know. I would certainly not hurt them. But I could mess up something else.

And, I was more worried about what would happen when she gave birth. She would have to work thrice as hard. Crazy shit happened all the time during birth. I had read too many books on the matter.

I climbed the staircase, ignoring Leyla grumbling under her breath. "You're mean, Gio."

"Hush it and let me take care of you. I need you to slow down for a few months, baby, and let us take care of you."

"You always baby me."

"I don't plan on stopping." I looked down at her when we were finally on the first floor. I grabbed her shoulders gently. "I know you're sick of us-"

"I am never sick of you." She huffed. "I am sick of being pregnant. Look at this." She looked down at her belly. "Why? How-" she shook her head. "How the fuck did I get so big?" She giggled, and then laughed loudly, covering her mouth with her hand.

I smiled and couldn't help but chuckle. "You're fucking adorable." I kissed all over her face. "Ti amo, tesoro mio."

She smiled. "Ti amo anche tu, mio salvatore."

I tilted my head and was just about to say something about the new nickname when her water broke.

We looked down at the wetness on the ground, then at each other and then back at the floor.

"Baby."

"Yes?"

"I think it's time."

"Yes." Her voice trembled. "Oh my g-"

. . .

Fabiano Valentino

"You both need to calm down," Dante said.

"You need to shut the fuck up," Giovanni snapped, running both his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends. "Where the fuck do you think you are going?" He snapped at Dante again.

"Coffee-"

"Sit the fuck down." He pushed him down on the chair. "You're not fucking leaving." He started pacing again.

I wasn't doing any better. I kept reaching for my neck, almost expecting a fucking noose to be tied around it. I couldn't move from where I was sitting. I was just waiting for Leyla to be comfortable in the room before the pushing stage started.

Pushing. She'd have to push three kids out. Three kids. Three tiny kids. Three human beings. Three. Three.

I ran a hand over my face. "Is it too hot in here?"

"I think it is," Giovanni muttered. "Why aren't they fucking letting us in?" He tugged at his tie. "Why the fuck am I wearing this shit?" He ripped his tie off, throwing it at Dante who stared at him blankly but pocketed the tie.