Pregnant by the Mafia Boss ✓

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L I L I A N A

I woke from my nap with a faint rumble in my stomach, craving something comforting and delicious.

I smiled, thinking of how Alessandro would always react to my sudden cravings, sometimes I woke him up in the middle of the night because I wanted fried chicken.

I pulled myself out of bed, I slipped on a robe, tied it loosely around me, and went to look for him.

Even though we didn't share a bedroom, I had grown used to the quiet comfort of his presence nearby, and, today, I wanted to ask him if we could order something special for dinner.

The hallways of his mansion were vast, echoing softly with the sound of my footsteps.

I passed by several closed doors until I finally stopped when I heard a light tapping sound, almost rhythmic.

It was coming from a room at the end of the hall, a room I hadn't been in before.

I walked toward the doorway, pausing to peer inside, and that's when I saw him.

Alessandro was sitting on the floor, his back to the door, carefully assembling what looked like a crib.

I took a step into the room without making a sound, taking in the scene.

The room was bathed in soft, golden light, the walls painted a gentle ivory, with touches of pale green and blue here and there.

I noticed a small, elegant chandelier hanging above and a cozy rocking chair in one corner.

The whole space felt warm, welcoming, and, somehow, very much ours.

I must have let out a tiny gasp because Alessandro suddenly spun around, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Liliana," he said, his voice filled with warmth and a touch of embarrassment. "You scared me- I didn't hear you come in."

"I didn't mean to sneak up on you," I said softly, looking around the room in wonder. "What... what is all of this?"

He scratched the back of his head, clearly caught off guard.

"Well, this was supposed to be a surprise..." he confessed with a small, unsure smile. "I wanted to create a special space for our babies, a place where they'd feel safe and loved."

My heart swelled as I looked around again, trying to absorb the sheer love and care poured into every detail.

There was a mobile with tiny stars and moons ready to be hung over the crib.

A stack of children's books rested on a low shelf, and the scent of fresh paint and lavender filled the room.

Every part of it felt intentional, tender, and filled with love.

"You... you did all of this by yourself?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, feeling a lump form in my throat.

Alessandro nodded, his expression soft as he looked at me.

"I had some help with the decor," he admitted, gesturing to the cozy armchair and soft linens. "But most of it, I wanted to do myself. I wanted it to feel like... home."

His words nearly brought me to tears.

I felt a sudden urge to reach out and hug him, to show him just how much this meant to me.

"Alessandro, it's... it's beautiful," I murmured, looking around with fresh eyes, seeing the love that had gone into every single piece.

He rose to his feet and closed the distance between us, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.