The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

The Tribrid Family

Donte's PoV

Two months had passed since we discovered the big news: Amara was pregnant with twins-a boy and a girl.

The moment we found out, Amara was a wreck of happy tears. I, on the other hand, was in complete shock, my mind immediately conjuring up images of a chaotic household with not one but three tribrids-a mother tribrid trying to manage two little tribrid troublemakers.

We were about to start a new species of tribrids, and the reality of that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

I was sitting on the floor in the nursery, carefully assembling the cribs for the twins.

Across the room, Amara was using her magic to decorate the space, making everything perfect for our babies.

I had been insisting all day that she rest, but every time I brought it up, she would become downright scary-using her magic, her vampirism, and even flashing her claws when she got particularly annoyed.

I definitely wasn't prepared for the challenges of impregnating a supernatural, let alone a tribrid.

"DONTEEEEEEEEEE!" Amara's voice rang out, pulling me out of my thoughts. I snapped back to reality, looking at her with concern.

"What? Did I do something wrong?! Are you in pain?!" I rambled, gulping nervously.

She smiled softly, holding up a roll of wallpaper. "Is this wallpaper nice, or should I change it?"

I looked at the wallpaper and chuckled. "This is old," I said without thinking.

Her expression darkened instantly, and she glared at me. I quickly cleared my throat, realizing my mistake. "What I mean is-"

"This was my wallpaper in 1024. Are you insulting my parents' choice?" she snapped, her tone full of warning.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to backtrack. Before I could say anything more, the bedroom door opened, and Marcel stepped in.

"Sorry to interrupt, but your family is here, Donte," he said, eyeing the situation warily.

I sighed and stood up, giving Amara a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll be right back, okay?"

She groaned, snapping her fingers and changing the wallpaper to a plain white one as she angrily murmured under her breath. I sighed again and walked out of the nursery with Marcel.

Downstairs, my family was already making themselves at home. "Where's my niece and nephew!" My sister, Dalia, shouted, pushing me out of the way as she eagerly searched for Amara.

I headed to my parents, who were watching the scene with amused expressions. "Mother, Father, what a surprising visit," I said, trying to keep my tone light.

"Nonsense, you are our son, plus we want to see the woman who is carrying our grandchild-who is also not married to you," my mother said pointedly.

I gulped, glancing around to make sure Amara hadn't heard that last part.

"Quiet it down. She can hear you. I will eventually propose-I'm just waiting for the right moment," I muttered, sighing.

"What's wrong, son?" my father asked, his voice full of concern.

Before I could answer, a scream echoed from upstairs. My heart skipped a beat as I sprinted up the stairs, Marcel hot on my heels.

I burst into the nursery, only to find Amara dangling Dalia off the ground using her magic.

"Little tribrid, calm down," I said calmly, though my pulse was racing.

"Who is this woman that touched my stomach?!" Amara yelled, her eyes blazing.

I cleared my throat, trying to defuse the situation. "Meet Dalia Blackwood, my sister."

Amara slowly lowered Dalia back onto her feet, realizing the mistake. "I'm sorry," she murmured, though her tone was still tense.

Then, without warning, she used her vampire speed to slam me against the wall.

"Next time, warn me when someone touches me!" she yelled, her eyes locked onto mine. After a moment, she cleared her throat, her anger subsiding.

I nodded, trying to stay calm despite the pressure on my chest. "Got it-no surprises."

She released me, and I let out a breath, relieved that the situation hadn't escalated further.

I glanced at my family, who were staring wide-eyed at Amara.

"Well," I said, trying to lighten the mood, "welcome to the family."