The Mafia Boss's Baby Boy (Discontinued)

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Mateo's POV

"Emilio! Don't touch that!" I bellowed out. My feet dash around the coffee table. But I'm to late. The tall stand for the movies comes crashing down to the floor. An assortment of DVD cases litter the floor. I growl out in frustration and my hands fly up to my hair gripping it in fury.

"Emilio! Look what you did." I growl out pointing to the mess. He just stares at me, sitting on his ass with his legs sprawled out in front of him. After a couple seconds he turns on his chubby little stomach and crawls away babbling away in his baby language. I sigh out and go to get him.

"Tina!" I call out. Afterwards I hear the pitter patter of scurrying feet and then Tina's tall but short frame of 5'9 is in front of me.

"Pulire questo." I demanded.(Clean this up)

"Lo farò subito signore." She replied before turning to the mess. I nodded then turned to get Emilio seeing that he's already half way out the living room door.(I'll do it right away sir)

It's been a couple of hours since I got the results back and now that I know for sure Emilio is my son all my doubts have flied out the window. Not that I was really doubting it from the beginning but some questions were still there. I'm still pissed that Hanna never told me about him. What did she expect? That I wouldn't find out? Now that's where she went wrong. I find out everything. It doesn't matter how covered up I WILL ALWAYS find out. 

I scoop Emilio into my arms and swing him into the air. Today I have a free day since no problems have occurred so I'm taking this time to spend with my son. 'My son' so foreign but a pleasing thing to say.

I toss him into the air a couple more times until he's drooling and squealing with a happy smile on his face. And that just makes the last of my agitation go away.

"What to do now Emilio?" I ask even though I know he won't answer. And as I figured he just stared at me, his head tilted to the side like a confused puppy.

"How about you teach him how to walk? It's about time he learned how to." mother suggested. Her heels click as she walks down the stairs and onto the marble flooring of the front hall. I've never thought of that.

"Of course you haven't, idiot. Urg! Why couldn't I have had a smart son. Why couldn't you be a girl!" she 'weeps' as she made her way over to us. "Oh be quiet. You know I'm not good with kids." I retorted rolling my eye ignoring the fact that I had thought out loud. "Whatever hijo."

After our small interaction, I slowly place Emilio on the floor. Before his feet could touch the floor mother cries out, "What the hell our you doing?"

"What does it look like Mami. I'm teaching Emilio how to walk." I reply in annoyance jerking Emilio back in my arms. But she just looks at me like I'm stupid.

"Hijo, look at this floor." I do. "What is it?" she asks me. I look back at her. "It's marble." I reply in a 'is she serious' voice.

"Ding, ding, ding! Correct! Now why in the hell would you wanna teach a baby to walk on a marble floor, stupid!" she yells slapping me in the back of the head multiply times.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ma stop it!" I complain using the hand not holding Emilio to block he hits. She listens but takes Emilio out of my right arm.

"You dumb ass and babies don't even start walking at this age. I thought you would at least know that. Come on Emilio. Your father is trying to kill you." she coos him. I give her an incredulous look before following her up the stairs. She takes him to the sitting room upstairs that has white carpet instead of a marble flooring. We walk over to the sofas and she sits down placing Emilio in front of her while I remain standing.