Per Sempre (My Mafia Man #1.5)

1.

8 Months Later...

I woke up to the sun shining through the windows of the bedroom.

My hand instinctively moved to the other side of the bed, looking for someone.

I knew subconsciously that he wasn't going to be there, but it still brought tears to my eyes when all I felt were cold sheets.

Wiping them away, I placed both hands on my rounded stomach, because feeling her move made everything okay.

Two days until she would finally make her entrance into the world.

Someone knocked on the door, making me jump nervously.

I got up and began to waddle to answer it.

I opened the door to find Carter on the other side, pacing nervously

" I can't fucking find her anywhere. ", he shouted massaging his temples.

I moved over to let him in, and replied " I told you that you just need to give her space, a lot of stuff went down and she's probably just trying to figure it out. "

He nodded.

"I guess you're right. ", he replied quietly.

I could tell that answer was not enough for him.

"I feel so selfish for coming here and complaining about Amina, when you're still grieving over my brother. ", he spoke angrily.

His words almost broke down my emotional walls, but I pushed them away.

"Actually Carter, I've decided that I'm not going to grieve for Dante, anymore. I know he would want me to be strong for Gisella, so I'm going to do exactly that. ", I replied rubbing my stomach softly.

He looked up quickly at my words.

" Sometimes I forget how strong you are, Amila. Dante would be very proud of you, if he was here now. ", he spoke standing up and hugging me.

I nodded, smiling back.

If only if getting over Dante, was that easy.

Carter excused himself, and left answering his phone.

Don't cry, Amila.

Don't do it.

I continued my chant inside my head, until I was calmed down.

Heading into the closet, I grabbed a pair of black yoga leggings and a gray razorback tank top, to put on.

They were the only things that still fit comfortably, and didn't rise up on my belly. Though I had acquired a lot more clothes here in Sicily, nothing fit me.

Showering and dressing quickly, I began my journey to the kitchen.

The Giudice villa was twice the size of my house, with 10 bedrooms, 9bathrooms, 2 dining rooms, 2 living rooms, a movie theater, and one huge kitchen. It sat on the cliffs of Sicily overlooking the beautiful blue sea.

I fell in love with the view immediately.

I took the stairs slowly, cautious of the treasure I was carrying inside of me.

Entering the kitchen, everyone greeted my stomach first since it always enters the room before me.

I laughed at their adoration of my belly.

"Hey guys I'm here too, you know. ", I spoke pointing at my face.

"Oh yeah sorry, Good morning Amila ", Vincenzo spoke and continued to talk to my stomach.