Chapter 143
His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies
âI never knew you were such a chicken.â I gasped as I pulled Christianâs arm. We had planned on telling my dad the news, but he had a change of mind and refuses to leave the house.
âIâm not a chicken. I just donât feel like seeing your parents.â Christian explained. âAnd why isnât Siena here? I miss her.â
âBecause your daughter is starting to get on my nerves.â I joked and pushed him aside so I could walk in fault.â I further. âI canât wait to move back here and leave my dirt all over the house again. This is all your sighed.
Christian chuckled and wrapped his hand around my wrist. âIs this a way of you calling me a chicken again?â
âMaybe.â I shrugged. âI mean, I can tell my family myself-but that wouldnât make you look good. If you donât want to say anything, thatâs fine. You just need you there for support. All I need you to do is to remain as silent as a statue.â
âI will.â Christian smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist. âFrom now on, Iâll live as a statue and do everything you tell me to do,â Christian spoke as he leaned in closer.
âStatues canât talk, and they canât kiss people.â I laughed at the confused look on his face and took a step back. âI see you found your sense of humor,â Christian commented. âIf there was one thing I didnât miss it had to be your bad jokes.â
âThatâs cute, but Iâm not coming back home yet.â I chuckled. âIâm not moving back until you throw away the bed, renovate the room and promise me that weâll look into a couples counselor.â
âSure,â Christian spoke and lowered his head. It was still a sensitive subject, and it was an awkward and maybe even embarrassing thing to discuss, but it had to be said. I would absolutely not sleep in that bed. âIâll get it done as soon as possible.â
prove âThanks.â I smiled. The sooner he could get all of this done, the sooner I could go back home and everyone wrong. Siena and I were here to stay. I could tell that he did not agree with the counselor, but he made a promise to himself to do everything he could to get me back home, including agreeing to these terms.
âChristian, what happened between us can never happen again.â I reminded him. âSiena is a baby, so that she wonât remember anything, but she wonât be a baby forever, this can never happen again.â
âI understand.â Christian nodded. âIt wonât happen again.â
âGreat.â I smiled. âNow remove that sad look from your face. Youâre ruining the mood.â
Maybe Christian couldnât see any issues, but I did-and him not being able to discuss his mistakes would only cause more problems in the future which was why therapy would be for the best. Even though I wanted to be with him, I still had so many unanswered questions.
âCan I ask you something?â Christian asked. âCan you please tell me what made you change your You didnât want to get back together, and you didnât want to come back home-
mind?
âYour mom,â I spoke. Christian deserved to know the truth, so I was going to give it to him. âYour mom got on my nerves and told me that I wasnât made for this life, but Iâm not going anywhere-Iâm here to stay.â
âIf thereâs one thing I hate, it has to be people telling me what I can and canât do.â
âSo you donât really want to be with me?â Christian worried. His insecurities were slowly getting on my nerves, and it hadnât even been a few days. âI do want to be with you. I forced a smile onto my face. âIf you donât want me here, thatâs fine-we can do that-â
âNo!â Christian stopped me from talking. âI want you back home, and I donât really care about the reason. It was just a question.â
Seeing how desperate he was made me feel sorry. âItâs not only because of that, but itâs also because I love you. You know that.â
âI said a lot of things to you, and I didnât mean any of them-I love you.â
âI love you too.â Christian smiled. âYou already know that, but itâs nice to hear it from your mouth.â
âYouâre hurting my feelings,â I spoke, offended. âI used to tell you that every single day and you only said it back after a few months!â
âFine, then I wonât say it.â Christian rolled his eyes. I was only joking around, but he took everything too serious, and it was so easy to get on his nerves. âIâm sorry, Iâll definitely have to work on thatâ
Christian promised. I was glad that he could at least acknowledge his rude tone. That was a progress. âLet me again.â
try âI forgot to mention it, but you look extra beautiful day.â Christian complimented me and pulled me in closer. His words made my heart flutter, and I did not realize how much I missed those words.
Christian was the king of sarcastic and backhanded compliments, so hearing something like that made me weak. âBeautiful? I didnât even put on any make-up today.â I blushed. The truth was that I picked out the prettiest clothes and the prettiest hairstyle, and I did it all for him. He knew, âDo you remember the first compliment I ever gave you?â Christian asked. I went through the scenario in my head and remembered how awkward it had been. It was after Emmanuellaâs house tour, when Christian came home earlier than expected.
âYes.â I nodded. âYou told me I could wear a trash bag and still look pretty.â
That comment was stuck in my head because it his first compliment. It was a huge difference from the comment he used to make before that.
âI meant it.â Christian smiled and leaned in closer. I was on the verge of making another statue joke, but before I could do that, he connected his lips with mine and pulled me in closer. I wasnât supposed to kiss him back. I planned on giving him a hard time so he would learn his lesson, but I could not push him away. My body wouldnât let me.
âWait.â I gasped as I pulled away from the kiss. âYou need to stop manipulating me. Youâre still on probation.â
âProbation?â Christian asked. âThatâs fine. I can live with that.â He smiled. He brought his hand to my cheek and rested his forehead against mine.
âI know you donât want to hear it, but I love you, and I hate the color of your dress. I donât like yellow-but somehow youâve still managed to make it look good, and after Siena, you are the most beautiful person Iâve ever laid my eyes on.â
His words shocked me and were yet again, another proof that we didnât know much about each other. âDo you really hate yellow?â I asked as I looked down at my dress. If I had known that from the start, I wouldâve picked out something else. âThereâs actually still so much we donât even know about each otherâ
âSo? Thereâs not much to know.â Christian mumbled. âI love you, and you love me. Thatâs all we need to knowâ Christian spoke as he pulled me to the sofa.
âItâs not that easy. Itâs actually bothering me.â I confessed. If we were going to do things differently and talk about our feelings, there was no point hiding it.
âIs it?â Christian frowned. âIn that case, weâll have to fix that.â
âWhat was your first impression of me?â Christian suddenly asked. His question came as a surprise because I never thought he cared about little things like that. âFirst impression? Didnât we already had this talk before?â
âI thought you were handsome, attractive but you also scared me a bit,â I admitted. Saying it was love, at first sight, wouldâve been a complete lie, but I was no different from the other girls at the club and was desperate for his attention. If he stood in the left corner, I would walk to the left corner; and if it were the right corner. I would would walk to the right corner. âI scared you?â Christian sighed.
âWhy do people always say the same thing?â
âI donât know.â I shrugged. âI guess itâs your sarcastic behavior and the cold look on your face, but youâre not like that. Youâre just demanding and rude, but youâve changed a lot.â I told him.
âCould also be the Lamberti thing or the mafia thing.â I spoke, sarcastic, knowing it was probably the second conclusion.
âYou fell in love with the old me,â Christian spoke. âSo, who do you like more? The old Christian or the new Christian?â
âDonât get ahead of yourself.â I chuckled. âI said youâve changed a lot, not completely. Youâre still a Lamberti and youâre still demanding and rude-youâve just toned it down a bit.â
âI see.â Christian laughed. âDo you want to hear my first impression, or are you not that interested?â
He asked.
âNo, I want to know.â I immediately spoke. I did not like the old me and was expecting the worse, but curiosity got the best of me.
âI was confused,â Christian told me. âI was confused because you looked so different from the other girls. Whenever you were not working, you were so shy, quiet, awkward.â
âMy brothers and I used to make fun of you, actually everyone used to make fun of you-but we did it because you took our interest.â Christian smiled. âYou looked so awkward and innocent, so I wanted to find out more about you-â
âSo you dragged me to your office as some social experiment?â I spoke with a sad pout on my face, but Christian shook his head and reached for my hand.
âI didnât drag you there-you were eyeing me the entire night. You were always looking at me with those eyes.â Christian explained. âYou had this innocent look on your face and this funny nickname.â
âSquirrel.â I huffed. âI think I was interested in you because you were the only one who never called me that. You always called me by my name.â
âThatâs because you have a name,â Christian spoke. âWhat kind of man compares a woman to an animal, a mammal too as if it couldnât get any worse.â
âRight?â I agreed. âItâs so funny you ask me that because you called me an animal when I attacked Gina.â I spoke and giggled at the flustered look on Christianâs face. âI-I did, didnât I?â
âDonât worry about it anymore. I just want to forget about the past.â I spoke, âSpeaking of the past, do you think my eyes have changed?â
Christian leaned in closer to take a look at my eyes and shrugged his shoulders. âNo? Theyâre still the same color, right?â
âI really hope Siena turns out smarter than the both of us.â I giggled. âI didnât mean my eye color, stupid. I meant the look in my eyes.â
âIn that case, yes,â Christian pointed out. âYou lost that innocent look in your eyes. You look more confident, sometimes a bit evil-but thatâs because you became stronger.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with that. I always wanted you to be more confident.â
Those words reminded me of Faith, Luna, and Olivia. Thatâs what they used to tell me all the time.
We had completely grown apart and moved on with our lives in such a short time. âYouâre thinking about your friends, arenât you?â Christian read my mind. âYou might not believe me, but I already know you.â
âI know what you like and what you dislike, your dreams, hobbyâs, ambitionsâ¦I know everything âI guess you do because I was thinking about them.â I smiled. âI was thinking about how much we grew apart. They didnât even call me to ask how Iâm doing or how Siena is doing.â
âYou know, the phone works both ways,â Christian commented. âYou donât know what theyâre going through, and they donât know what youâre going through because you guys donât communicate.â
www Christianâs words made sense. I had so much to say about them, but I wasnât any better. I knew how much they were struggling, and despite being loaded nowadays, I just sat there and did nothing. I wasnât being a good friend at all.
âLook at you being a therapist. I thought you didnât like therapy.â
âYouâve been nice for a very long time now. Iâm scared.â I smiled, but deep down, I was grateful. I wanted our relationship to work out and I wanted things to be different. I stared into Christianâs eyes while he stared right back into mine. We stared at each other for minutes, without either one of us saying a word, but the silence was nice.
âDonât you think Siena deserves siblings?â Christian suddenly brought up. âA few brothers and sisters.â
âWe just got back together.â I reminded him. Besides that, I had already decided that Siena would not only be my first child but also my last child. âBut weâre never breaking up again.â Christian shrugged.
âUnless you plan on pushing out those babies, I donât really think thatâs your decision to make.â I chuckled. Siena couldnât even crawl yet and I didnât want to go through another scary experience again. It all happened in one year, and I was still traumatized.
âYouâre right. Thatâs not up to me.â Christian spoke. âBut I saw the look on your face when Isobel told you she was having twins. Donât you want twins?â
âTwo little Christians, maybe theyâll look like me this time.â Christian added.
âYouâre supposed to encourage me, not scare me away!â I laughed at the thought of two little Christians running around. âIâm serious. Donât you want to have a big family?â Christian asked. âWe can even adopt children in the future.â
âTrue.â I sighed. âBut for now, itâs for the best if we live in the present.â
âSure, if thatâs what you want, weâll do that.â Christian agreed. âStatues donât have opinions, so Iâll agree with you for now.â
âGood,â I spoke, relieved. âWhat do you want me to do about Dario?â I asked. We had yet to discuss the issue with his uncle or whatever or whoever could be behind that vault, and it still scared the crap out of 1.
I still had nightmares and couldnât even think clearly. âI know I told you weâd discuss it today, but not now,â Christian spoke. âToday is our day.â
âThen when?â I asked. âBecause Iâm meeting him in a couple of days, and now that we know that he might be twisted, I donât know if itâs the best thing to get him angry-
I still stood by my point that Dario had the right intentions, but I wasnât crazy and wouldnât bring myself into any kind of danger anymore. Fabio Garcia was more than enough.
âI know,â Christian spoke. âI have a plan, and Marc and is coming over in a few days, and weâll discuss it then.â He explained. âToday is our day. I just want to enjoy our time together, no baby, no Dario-just us.â
âBut I thought you missed Siena?â I teased him.
Christian pulled me in closer and rested my head against his chest. âTell me what you want. Do you want me to make your food? Watch a movie? Tell me.â
âAll of those,â I spoke with a bright smile on my face. âI want you to make me some food, give me a massage, and I to watch a movie.â
âSure.â Christian agreed. âIâll do whatever you want me to do.â
âWhatever I want you to do?â I asked as confirmation. The best thing to do would be to tell my family to stop behaving like a bunch of toddlers. Emilio and Christian could be in the same room without killing each other, so the others should also be able to do that. What I truly wanted was both Christian and my family.
âHow about you come over tomorrow so we can tell my dad and my brothers to stop bothering us?â
âTomorrow?â Christian gulped. âCome on. You told me you would work along!â
âYes, fine.â Christian laughed. âIf thatâs really what you want, Iâll fix things with your family tomorrow.â