Sebastian's POV As I shifted closer, my heart swelled with pride and emotion, leaning over to brush a tender kiss upon Shelly's lips while whispering softly. “Baby girl, you did it. Our boys are here, and they're absolutely beautiful. You've brought them into the world, and I'm so proud of you,” I said, my voice trembling as tears began to well in my eyes. I don't remember the last time I cried, perhaps when my dad passed away but the sight of my sons was a moment that overwhelmed me with emotion. I've always been one to hold back my tears, presenting a stoic front to the outside world. But witnessing the birth of my first sons cracked open the dam. Spilling forth feelings I didn't even know I had. They were perfect, and Shelly had been incredible, enduring all with grace and strength. As I gazed at Shelly, I noticed with growing concern that her complexion was far too pale. Her hand, cool and lost, began to slip from my face. Horror and panic clashed within me as her ey
Shelly’s POV I begin to feel the effects of the epidural as it flows rapidly through my body, relieving the intense pain and bringing me a sense of calm. However, the only parts of my body I can still move are my arms and my head. The anxiety that grips me is not because of the procedure itself, but because of the looming fear that one of my precious sons might not make it. This thought races through my mind, sending shivers of dread coursing through me. Beside me, I clutch Sebastian’s hand tightly, finding solace and strength in his unwavering presence. His support in this moment means everything to me, and I know I couldn’t face this without him by my side. My heart skips a beat as I hear the door swing open and see Brittney entering the room, arms laden with supplies essential for the C-section. The reality of what’s about to happen begins to sink in deeper. Doctor Gray diligently prepares the area, setting up everything needed with precision and care. Once ready, she
Sebastian's POV: Shelly has an incredible knack for taking care of Sabrina and Michal’s sweet baby girl, little miss Aubree. With grace and tenderness, she ended up watching over the little one for several hours while Sabrina took a much-needed nap. It’s admirable, considering that Shelly herself is nearly eight months pregnant and understandably worn down. Yet, she insisted that Sabrina take some time to rest, demonstrating her selflessness and care for others. Everyone knows that when Shelly puts her foot down, there’s no arguing with her. Sabrina, familiar with Shelly's determined nature, didn’t attempt to resist. Shelly has this way about her when she makes a request, it’s done with a blend of authority and warmth that’s impossible to deny. Her fiery spirit in that tiny frame is just one of the many qualities that drew me to love her profoundly. As the hours slipped by, I could see the signs of fatigue creeping over Shelly. Her commitment to helping others so often shi
Shelly’s POV “Come here, beautiful. Let Mommy have a break and come hang out with Aunt Shelly,” I say, reaching out to Aubrea as she snuggles in Sabrina’s arms. Though she’s only a month old, I love chatting with her even if she doesn't understand a word. Her little coos and yawns are the best antidote to any tiredness. “Are you sure, Shelly? You're ready to pop any day yourself. You must be tired and worn down,” Sabrina remarks, concern etched across her face. I gently shake my head and grin. “I’m never too tired for this sweet girl. I love her to death! Plus, you need some 'me' time, Mama. So no worries,” I reply, taking Miss Aubrea from her arms and cradling her against my chest. Aubree's tiny fingers wrap around mine, and a wave of joy washes over me. It's moments like these that fill my heart to the brim. Sabrina chuckles softly, but I notice the relief in her eyes. “Now, go rest up. I'll watch her for a few hours so you can relax,” I insist gently, giving her a p
Sebastian’s POV "Are you ready, Shelly baby?" I gently ask her, taking her hand in mine and pressing a soft kiss onto it. I know she's feeling a whirl of nerves right now, and these small gestures of tenderness help soothe her worries, allowing her to face the world with her usual grace and strength. "Yeah, baby, I'm ready. I've got this; my big girl undies are on, and I'm raring to conquer," she responds, a confident smile gracing her features. Her courage ignites a brighter smile on my face, and together, hand in hand, we move toward the balcony to command the audience's attention. Standing on the balcony, overlooking a sea of expectant faces, I decide a microphone is necessary to ensure my voice cuts through the chatter. The room is filled with formidable figures, our fellow mafia members, and I need to ensure my words carry the weight of authority and clarit
Shelly’s POV Sebastian and I had a heart-to-heart discussion, and eventually, I came around to agreeing with him about the importance of being open about my pregnancy. It wasn't an issue of trust; in fact, we have complete trust in our members. It was more about the anxiety I felt, worrying about how people would react to the news. Perhaps it’s just my hormones acting up since I found out I’m pregnant. Our members already know about us being step-siblings who got married, and while they’ve accepted it, I can’t help but feel jittery. Despite my apprehension, Sebastian made some compelling arguments that swayed my decision. A few days earlier Sebastian had approached me with a look of understanding in his eyes, “Babe, I get that the idea of talking to everyone right now might be daunting, especially when you're feeling vulnerable. And it's perfectly alright to feel that way. But you have to understand, everyone in our circle loves and respects you. Now, as we’re married,
Sebastian’s POV Ah, the sweet taste of home. It feels like we just stepped off the plane yesterday, but it’s been two whirlwind weeks since Shelly and I returned from our honeymoon. That trip was more than just a vacation; it was a dream come true, not just for her, but for both of us. Seeing the delight in her eyes as she experienced her dreams firsthand was worth every ounce of effort. All I've ever wanted is to see her happy, and if I can make that happen, then I'd say I'm doing my job right. Life hasn’t always been so rosy for Shelly. She’s endured her share of trials, her path was carved through stormy seas even before I came into the picture. Being linked to a man with ties as deep and far-reaching as mine hasn’t exactly been a walk on the beach either. Even while we soaked up the sun in the Bahamas, my mind was never entirely at rest. Michal, my most trusted right-hand, made sure to keep me updated on the pulse of the mafia world back home. Sure, we had the reg
Shelly’s POV The next morning, I find myself enveloped in the embrace of the cabin porch, savoring the gentle warmth of the Bahamian sun. It's a serene morning, the kind that renews one's spirit. I cradle a cherished book, its pages promising to be my quiet companion until Sebastian stirs from his slumber. The Bahamas, with its unrivaled beauty, gifts us with the freshest air mingling harmoniously with the salty sea breeze, and waters so clear and inviting they seem almost ethereal. The sight of pigs roaming freely adds a delightful, unexpected charm to this island paradise, a reminder that surprises and joy often walk hand in hand. Engrossed in my book, I drift between its world and the soothing melody of nature around me. “Hey, beautiful,” he greets, his voice carrying warmth and concern for my well being. “How long have you been up? How are the babies doing? Did they give you any trouble sleeping?” Sebastian approaches with that irresistible smile, and his kiss i
Shelly’s POV Once our lovely dinner was done, we decided to go for a night swim with the piggies, of course. Sebastian and I strolled up the beach to the cabin to get changed, as the warm sand gently tickled our toes. I slipped into a white and sky-blue bikini that shimmered like the moonlight on the waves. Sebastian, with his usual charm, traded his black jean shorts for a pair of dark blue swim trunks. As he glanced over at me, he smiled and asked. "Hey beautiful, are you ready to go swimming on this magical island?" His hand found mine, squeezing it reassuringly, filling me with a sense of adventure. We reached the water in record time, almost as if we were being drawn by the whispers of the ocean. It truly was enchanting here at night, the kind of beauty that feels like a secret only we're in on. The starry sky glittered above, reflected in the mirrored surface of the sea. As we stepped into the water, its cool touch sent a delightful shiver up my spine. The water