Marrying the Mafia

Our Little Family

Aria's POV:

        "She's beautiful, isn't she, Dad?" I ask, looking up at my father as he holds my baby girl. 

"She's perfect, Aria. She looks just like Derek with your beautiful eyes," my dad replies, unable to take his eyes off the yawning baby in his arms. 

"That little girl is all Derek," I chuckle, sipping my water as the hospital machines beep rhythmically. Delivery was very smooth, luckily for me. I didn't have any complications, other than a hefty amount of soreness. This baby weighs 10.2 pounds, breaking the hospital record. She hurt like a bitch to push out, but it was all worth it. It's like my dad said, she's perfect. 

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you?" Derek asks as he walks in the room with a cup of pudding for me. 

"I'm good. I'm definitely very tired," I reply, exhaustion evident by the massive bags under my eyes. 

"Good. How's our baby girl?" He asks, moving towards my dad. He gently takes our daughter from my dad and sits at the edge of my bed. 

"Missing her daddy because he gets to feed her while I chow down," I chuckle, digging into my pudding. 

"What? I'm feeding you? Tell mommy that she's better at it, so she should do it," Derek says, holding the baby up. I smile and roll my eyes at his antics. 

"The only way to get better is by doing it, so go get that bottle," I reply. My dad can't help the smile forming on his lips. He was reluctant to support my marriage, but now, he loves Derek like his own son. 

"Alright, I'll leave you two to it. I'll be by tomorrow with some more clothes for you guys," my dad says as he bends down and kisses my head. 

"Alright, I love you, Dad," I reach up and give my father a quick hug before he leaves. The second the door closes, Derek's face drops. 

"Aria, how the fuck do I do this? I have no idea how to heat this thing up, I don't know how to hold her, and how do I know when to burp her?" Derek fires questions at me and I laugh. 

"Let's do it step by step," I nod at Derek to reassure him before walking him through the feeding procedure, and just as I thought, he was fine. He's a natural. This man was made to be a father, and I couldn't be prouder to be the mother of his child. 

        The day drones on and on, an endless cycle of sleep, changing, and feeding. Soon one day turns to two, until two turns to five and I'm discharged. 

"Do you have everything?" Derek asks as he loads the car. I nod and start to haul myself into the passenger seat, but he stops me, pushing me back down into the wheelchair. "Remember how annoying you were after I was in the hospital."

"That was different! You had a gunshot wound!"

"I've had three gunshot wounds prior to that one. Your body just did things I never thought a woman's body could do, and our baby is more than ten pounds. Shut up and let me take care of you this time."

I was not silent, I was silenced. 

Derek smiles and kisses the side of my head before closing the trunk and helping me into the car. 

"Can you see her?" I ask, making sure Derek can see the baby in the rearview mirror. 

"Of course I can, baby, now relax."

        The next few days of getting settled in are rough, but somehow, we're able to manage. However, I don't know how we're going to swing tonight. Tonight is a party in honor of our baby being born. It's basically a ceremony where we announce her name. I said it was stupid, but Derek said it's his family's tradition. Who am I to discontinue a fun tradition--well fun if I weren't sleep deprived and seven-hundred pounds. However, I can fit into a nice sundress, which is perfect for the occasion.