The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

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Aurora POV

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

“Ahh! F uck!” I grit out through my teeth. Another terrible pain shoots through the small of my back and travels like a boa constrictor to the sides of my large whale belly.

F ucking contractions!

“Aurora! Love? You in here?” I hear Ben calling me from the other room.

Inhale through the nose. Exhale through the mouth. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Knock. Knock,

“Sweetie?” He says as he pokes his head in the wooden closet door. He sees me sitting on the bench, my arms bracing behind me, breathing.

“Another contraction?” He says simply. I glare at him, willing daggers to come out of my eyes and stab in the balls.

‘Okay. You ready to go to the hospital?” He is always so calm. WHY IS HE SO CALM? Oh right! It’s because I AM NOT! It does help me relax a bit. I just nod my head, not trusting my voice.

“Let’s get you to the car. I’ll tell Clara on the way out so she can watch the boys and we will call the others. They are already in the city.” He gently pulls me up to a standing position, wraps his arm around my waist and I hold his other hand tightly.

“Keep breathing sweetheart. It will be over soon,” he tries to reassure me. Inhale, exhale. Rinse. Repeat.

It takes us about 20 minutes to reach the black SUV out front. We had to stop several times so I could practically break Ben’s fingers as more contractions ripped through my body. I refused to let him carry me.

When we are finally in the car, I look out the window, watching the autumn leaves pass by in a blur, hoping it distracts me from the pain I feel. I am pregnant with my 2nd set of triplets! Yep, triplets. These as sholes have super sperm.

It’s been almost 14 years since Dimitry Marco met his demise. About eight months after that crazy day, Caden and Arthur were born. Identical twin boys. They are 13 now and they look just like their biological father Jason, and they adopted his snarky attitude too.

boys, again. We have August, Xavier, and Zayn. They are ten. Turns out, Ben is August’s biological

we had Oliver thanks to Kai in January and then Julien, also thanks to Kai, in December of the same year. Irish twins are now age

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nephews Jamison, age 9, Chapman, age 5, and

Ben had been separated from his brother when he was younger and they

anything. This pregnancy was a real shock to all of us, but my guys are the best dads and amazing husbands, I’m getting a hysterectomy after this. Kai’s

corner of the world. DuPont Enterprises is just as large. Tyler took over for Gustus two years after the Dimitry fiasco and three years ago Tyler merged with us and became Jason’s second in command. Gustus decided to marry

would think with their age, their dominant tendencies would slacken, but nope. If anything, they are more ferocious in the sheets and my as s tends to be permanently a nice shade of red. What can I say, I’m still

debate and compromises, our boys start their training at age 10. They are trained in combat, self-defense, and basic weapons. At age

and Arthur will be

commanders.

Because I tend to have gestational hypertension and prolonged difficult

another c-section. I am whisked away in a wheelchair straight to

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help me onto the table, help me strip to put on my hospital gown, and start prepping me for surgery. Ben comes into the room a few minutes later as I get my spinal tap and

Inhale. Exhale.

take a place near my head, the doctors finishing their

find out this time. We already know that the children are biologically Jason’s, but their

through their masks. As they start cutting me, I feel the

bracing for the news. I hear the soft wails of a baby. The doctor shouts

heart flutters and I have tears

around the room. The guys each take a turn to kiss

sweet nothings to

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the Doctor

roll my eyes. Inhale. Exhale. A few moments later… “Here comes baby three! Silence and then we hear soft crying

“It’s a… girl!” What?!

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