His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika

Chapter 219

“What do you want to eat?” Christian asked. “I’ll make you anything you want, even those unhealthy burgers you like.”

One week had passed since the funeral, and for the first time in a while, we sat down at the kitchen table like a normal family. No strange visitors, no maids, just the three of us.

Christian had been extremely busy while I took all the time I could to spend time with Siena. I understood Christian was doing all of this to stop his uncle, so we could at least live a semi-normal life, so as strange as it seemed, I did not interfere.

“I’m actually craving pizza.” I suggested. Siena slammed her tiny hands on the floor and babbled. Christian picked her

up from the floor and attacked her with kisses. Seeing the way he looked at Siena warmth my heart.

“How about I make you a pizza, and Siena can eat one of her disgusting potato jars,” Christian suggested. “Don’t be like that. I don’t want you to hurt her feelings I told him. “And we can just order—”

“No.” Christian shook his head. “I like taking care of you, and I love spending time with you.”

1 covered my flushed cheeks and shot him a smile. “You’re being extra nice this week, and I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“Well.” Christian laughed. “You might as well get used to it because this is the way it’s going to be from

now on.

Hours had passed, and after our time in the kitchen, which was filled with laughter, we sat at the dining table. “So, how did I do?” Christian smiled as he wiped the cheese from

my lips.

“You did a great job. You always do.” I praised him. I leaned in to kiss him, but before I could-Siena, who was seated on my lap, forced her hand on his lips. “I don’t think she likes sharing.” I pouted.

Christian took her from my lap and lifted her in the air. “You should eat. I’ll play with her.” He offered. I placed my hand on his arm and shook my head. Something was off, and I could feel it.

“What’s wrong?” I asked nervously. No matter how I looked at it, Christian being extra kind remained a weird concept. Was he cheating on me again?

“Oh, so I can’t play with my daughter anymore?” Christian laughed. Seeing the look on his face made me feel guilty. “You can, but you’re making me nervous.”

Christian took a breath, and for the first time in a while, there was a real expression behind his face. He seemed stressed, bothered, and tired.

to do this… Christian

as I prepared myself for the worst. Please,

your parents, just until we’ve

feel happy, but I could finally breathe. Was that

at the moment.” Christian continued. “We’ll be making a move any time from now, and I don’t want anything to happen to

was not to question

really?” Christian spoke, surprised.

stand

when I heard the explosion, and I couldn’t find you or Siena by

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squeezed his hand and pulled him closer. “I don’t want to cause you any stress, so if this is what

words about being prepared to lose Christian were the wake-up call I needed. I couldn’t let anything happen to him,

Siena and I were his family, we weren’t the only ones. He had

I know we haven’t had the best experiences with being apart from each other.” Christian continued. My mind went to Gina, who had almost been the downfall of everything

to know that I would never ever repeat the same mistake.” Christian looked

I trust you.”

was a moment of silence before Christian and I could not hold back our laughter. “I’m sorry.” Christian chuckled. “It’s just…I never thought

“Do what?”

feels good.” He spoke as he moved his hand to the ring around my finger. “And after all of this is finished, I’m going to give you the big wedding

want a big wedding?” I frowned. Christian shrugged. “In that case, do you want a

had also changed. The old Serena would’ve been fine with a courthouse wedding, but she had unfortunately faded away.

all of this is finished, I also think you should continue that thing you were doing with Dario.”

thing he needed was me. He had Christian and his family-and that was more than enough. “I don’t think Dario wants

me”

think I might’ve had

“W-what?”

you,” Christian sighed. “I might’ve told him

my head told me to yell at him, but deep down, I understood where he was coming from. 1 told Christian

I asked calmly.

to take his distance