Mafia Angel

16

Victor

"Just one bite, my love" I held the bowl to Elena and that was my mistake. My wife barely managed to jump over me, darting into the bathroom headfirst, causing my heart to stop for a few moments until she regained her balance, tripping over her own feet.

Mascot had made his decision and it made Elena land and balance on the edge. Her own father became her enemy and Elena took it hard, she began to doubt her own worth and if she wasn't a good enough daughter for her father to choose her happiness over revenge, if she was worthy of being a mother. And it broke my heart to see her like that.

The sparkle in her eyes, her joyful smile, her enthusiasm and her questions during the examinations. Everything melted away the second the news arrived that Mascot was officially working with Cosa Nostra. It didn't help that, thanks to this, Elena had to stay at home, or if she went out, it was only with me and we were surrounded by a human shield.

In addition, her pregnancy progressed, going from the 'hungry' phase, to constant vomiting, an absolute change in her taste, again, and her mood swings reduced to depression and crying and total shutdown for hours and sometimes days.

I left the bowl on the bedside table and went into the bathroom after her. I crouched down and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her between my knees. "Is it over?" I smoothed the sweaty hair on her forehead, my gaze slid over her bare shoulders and arms. Elena was entering her fifteenth week, at the last examination, the doctor worriedly noted that she was starting to lose weight, as if I hadn't noticed it myself.

"I don't know" she sighed and put her hand on her belly, caressing the tiny bump so gently that I felt the touch like ghostly tongues on my skin. "Elena, should you try something to eat?" her gaze flicked up, Elena lay on my thigh and gave me a small smile. "Do you think we can find some pickles in the fridge?" from sweet during her period, to sour salty at the beginning of her pregnancy, now it was just sour. The problem was that the pickles her pregnancy had stuck to weren't nutritious enough for Elena, and along with the vomiting, she continued to lose weight.

"Whatever you want my love, but how about we add a nice steak?" her emerald eyes closed for a moment and she nodded. "But tiny?" even her voice was weakening. And it was all her father's fault. Elena was in the seventh heaven, she was happy, her pregnancy made her shine, now it was as if I was looking at a ghost that slowly melts over time. "I promise" I picked her up and carried her back to bed, making sure to keep the smell from the bowl away from her as I tucked her under the covers. "Get some rest, and I'll go down and check for pickles, okay?" Elena smiled tiredly again and closed her eyes.

I felt like I was losing my wife and my child. Even Cristina, Ophelia and Oscar couldn't lift her spirits, I went so far as to let Dominic try his clown charm, but Elena didn't react well to his good mood and after spending a good 15 minutes in the bathroom, neither did Dominic gave up. I must find a way to restore her will to live or I will truly lose her.

"Can you cook a steak, whatever?" I looked at the cook, whose eyebrows sank when she saw the untouched kuyaa soup in my hands. "Is the lady still throwing up?" I nodded and set the bowl down on the counter. "Sir?" I stopped in front of the fridge and looked at Emma. "Can I try something?" I thought for a moment, at this stage, I'm ready for anything, so I nodded. "How about you bring the lady here?" she suggested and I looked at her confused. "Please?" I looked at the unopened fridge and back at Emma.

"Okay, but get ready to clean" I sighed and walked back to the bedroom. I doubt that Elena will want to go down to the kitchen, the only reason she left her bed in the last few days was to throw up or take a shower, and she barely had the strength for the latter. Still, Emma had been through three pregnancies, I trusted her, if the cook knew a way to lighten up Elena, screw my bossy ego, I'm ready to listen and perform.