Bound To The Mafia King

Mood Swings

Hello beautifuls! Sorry I've been distracted my little sister gave birth to my niece a week ago so I've been helping her but have no fear because I'm still here! Enjoy :)
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A few months had gone by and I was now seven months pregnant and eating everything in sight. Nothing has changed except that Vincent is super protective over me. He watches my every move like a hawk. He won't let me do anything or lift anything as sweet as it is, it's condescending at the same time. I'm pregnant not paralyzed.

I laid down on the couch and my shirt rolled up showing my belly. That's how it was now, none of my damn clothes fit me anymore. So I looked ridiculous wearing Vincents baggy shirts that I'm starting to outgrow. This child growing in me is making my ass expand to mars.

Vanessa came up and looked at me like she wanted to rub my belly. She approached me very slowly like I was going to snap or like she was scared.

"You can rub my belly Nessa, I won't bite. Feel right here, your nephew has the hickups." She smiled ear to ear as I put her hand on my stomach where she can feel the baby hick up.

"I still can't believe I'm going to be an aunt." She gushed and I could see the excitement in her eyes.

"Yeah I can't believe your brother knocked me up, that bastard." I snapped making my eyes widen. I didn't even realize what I had said before Vanessa doubled over in laughter.

"Fuck I didn't mean to say it like that." I tried to defend myself but Vanessa just shook her head while laughing as tears streamed down her face.

"I like you pregnant, it adds to your potty mouth." I started laughing with her at my sudden mood swing even though it made me look even crazier than I already was.

"Yeah I know it's not very attractive but when you look and feel like I do, it's hard to give a shit about being attractive." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Breakfast is ready! Rachel yelled and on que my stomach rumbled even though I had just eaten an hour ago.

We walked into the kitchen where there was a buffet of pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, and sausage laid out on the counter. I stacked my plate with some of everything and made my way to the kitchen table to join the guys for breakfast.

"What are you wearing?" Matteo turned his nose up at me when I walked into the dinning room. I glanced down and realized I was still in my pajamas which consisted of stretch shorts and Vincent's t-shirt that my belly was hanging out of due to the fact I've gained so much weight that none of my clothes fit me anymore.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked not seeing what was wrong with it.

"Umm it doesn't fit you anymore that's all." Matteo said in a duh tone and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well none of my clothes fit me anymore so shut up." I snapped and sat down and started to eat my food while everyone else came and ate with us.

"Whoa girl are you going to eat all of that?" Emilio asked with his eyes wide as saucers as he looked at my plate in shock.

I slammed my hands down on the table and stood up fuming.

"Will you all please just leave me alone?! All I hear is you making fun of me for what I wear and how much I eat! Just for once shut the fuck up!" My eyes watered and tears streamed down my face. Vincent shot them all death glares and the room became dead silent.

I started to walk away before I turned around and grabbed my plate and made my way to the livingroom to eat. No one said anything for what felt like forever before Vincent broke the silence.

"No one and I mean NO ONE is to tease her or make her feel any worse than you already have or you will answer to me. Do I make myself clear?" He asked in a serious tone and no one said anything, you could have heard a pen drop that's how quiet it was.

"I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" He roared and everyone chimed 'yes sir' before the room went silent again while I finished my breakfast alone in the livingroom. After I was done eating I went to the kitchen and placed my plate in the sink and made my way to our bedroom.

Vincent came in the room right after me and slammed the door causing me to jump. I looked at him waiting for him to tell me that I was overreacting or that I'm being too sensitive but he didn't. His stone hard face softened immediately as he wrapped his arms around me comfortingly.

"Shh it's okay Anna." He whispered softly calming me down.

"My body isn't my own anymore. I try so hard to not let these hormones control me but it doesn't work." Tears pooled in my eyes and I felt truly pathetic at how dramatic I was being.

"Annabelle you're pregnant, very pregnant. You have a reason to be all over the place. I'm sorry that the guys aren't sensitive to your feelings. It's all of our first time being around someone pregnant so we don't really know what's appropriate and what's not, but don't worry they won't be giving you anymore trouble. I promise."

"Thank you." I whispered feeling back to my normal self. Vincent unwrapped his arms from around me and put one finger under my chin lifting it so I was looking into his eyes.

"Don't thank me Annabelle I will always stick up for you. I love you." He said taking me by surprise. We had been together as a couple for four months and not once has he said I love you to me.

"I love you too Vincent." I placed my lips on his and got lost in the moment in his kiss. Our lips danced softly and passionately hungry for each other. My knees buckled and if it weren't for his arms around my waist I would have collapsed to the ground like putty.