Fighting the Mafia (Completed)

Epilogue

For those that have asked...I'm currently 18 weeks pregnant and I find out the gender this week. The baby is healthy and so am I.

Funny story - my husband and I were in the doctors office a few weeks ago and we were looking at the baby on the screen. You can see a white blob next to the baby. My husband jokingly says...yep he's a boy and points at it. I busted out laughing and said, "honey I know you have every reason to be proud of yourself in that area, but I'm pretty sure our baby is not that well endowed. That's probably the baby's foot." The doctor started dying laughing. I was crying because I was laughing so hard. My husband didn't think it was quite as funny as I did. 😂

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Six years later...

I wake up in bed, feeling the kick of our baby boy. He's been driving me crazy lately with his movements.

I throw the covers over me realizing I will no longer get anymore sleep. I start to walk down the stairs but stubble upon Grace cooking and laughing at Theo and Matteo, our three-year-old son. I watch as Matteo points at his drawing and Theo rubs the top of his and kisses him. Theo is amazing with our son.

As he is leaning over Matteo and helping him draw, Theo's eyes dart up and meet mine. He gets a huge grin and walks over to me, putting his hand on my belly and claiming my lips. "I was hoping you would get some sleep this morning." He chuckles.

"Mamma! Look what I drawed!" Matteo's arms opened wide, running at me. Theo catches him and picks him up. "Hey, you can't jump on your mamma. Do you want to hurt her or your baby brother?" He asks sternly.

Matteo dips his head and shakes it. "No, I'm sorry." I kiss him on the cheek. "It's okay baby. Let me see your drawing."

He turns it to me. "This is Papa, this is nonna, mamma and the baby in your belly is Aless...uh"

I smile at him. "Alessandro...your brother."

He shakes his head. "Yeah! Ales...dro."

I laugh. "Foods ready!" Grace yells. Theo puts Matteo down and he runs to Grace. I look up at Theo. "Maybe we should have picked an easier name for Matteo to pronounce." I snicker because Theo is the one that insisted on Alessandro's name.

He shakes his head and pulls me into him. "Nice try baby. Mmm...I think I can get Mom to watch him for a few hours if you would like to start practicing on baby number three." He plays with the hem of my shirt and smirks at me.

I shake my head. "Let's get through baby number two and then we can decide if we want a number three." I go to walk away from him and towards Grace, but he pulls my arm towards him.

He crashes his lips to mine, "I want a baby number three.I want to fill every room of this house with our children."

I chuckle. "Nice try. When you give birth to one of these babies, then you can dictate how many we have."

He rolls his eyes. "At least promise me, you'll consider another baby a year after this one?"

I peck him on the lips. "We will talk about it in a year."

He smiles. "Okay, Mrs. Morletti, let's gets some food in you."

I sit next to Matteo and watch him stuff his face with pancakes. The front door opens and reveals Zane and Nat with their five-year-old son, Lorenzo and their four-month-old baby girl, Eliza.

Zane walks over and kisses me on the cheek and puts his hand on my huge belly. "Alessandro, you better be good boy for Uncle Zane. Your Daddy and I have work to do."