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Page 119 of Owned By the Italian Mafia Don

“I do. I must love torture.”

She pinches me lightly and then checks the time. “Are you ready for our appointment?”

I nod eagerly. Every time we have gone to the doctor to learn if our baby is a boy or girl, the stubborn child is never in position.

He or she gets their defiance from their mother.

I’ve hired a doctor and he likes to stay downstairs, away from the main levels of the house.

“And after we will go get your strawberry milkshake.”

She squeals happily. “Oh, I can’t wait. I want an extra-large one.”

“I know. You love thingsextralarge.”

She tosses a smirk over her shoulder while we walk to the steps. “I really do, don’t I?”

I growl low in my throat, warning her to not say another word. “Don’t use that tone with me unless you’re wanting to be late for our appointment.”

She stops before going down the stairs and takes my hand. “I love that you say ‘our.’ It doesn’t make me feel alone in this. You’re really there. Every step of the way. You’re the most supportive husband.”

“I want to be as in this as possible. I wish I could take some of your discomfort, your pain, anything, everything if it means you feel peace.” I kiss her forehead and keep her close to my side as we walk down the steps. “Let’s make sure our baby is okay.”

When we are in the basement, I knock on his office door and Dominic Cellini opens the door. He’s an older man with silver hair but he doesn’t look a day over forty. He has to be in his fifties. “Mr. Milazzo. Are we ready to see if the little one will play by the rules?”

Rosie rushes by him, plops on the table, leans back, and lifts her shirt. “Come on, come on. I want a milkshake.”

I smile and shake my head, standing by her side and taking her hand.

“I love your enthusiasm. Let’s make this short, then.” He squirts jelly on her stomach and grabs the wand to the ultrasound, swirling it over her belly. The swoosh of our baby’s heartbeat sounds and I squeeze Rosie’s hand when I hear it.

It’s the best sound.

“Well, congratulations.” He points to the screen. “He isn’t shy today.”

“He?” Rosie and I ask in unison.

“We’re having a boy?” I question.

“Yes, and he looks very healthy. I’ll print these pictures for you.”

I kiss Rosie long and hard, wishing we were alone so I could claim her body for the second time today. If she wants orgasms today, then that’s what I’ll give her. I don’t care about me. I’ll give her anything. Everything.

“Can we get my milkshake now? Maybe buy some clothes for him,” she whispers with watery eyes.

“Whatever you want.”

And I meant it. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she has everything she’s always desired.

Epilogue

Rosie

One year later

Yesterday, I might have cut all of his ties in half for the hell of it.

Now, all of my bras have the middle cut out for my nipples.