Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MAFIA BOSS PLUS-SIZED OBSESSION.: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 57

Bella’s POV.Liam lay on the bed in front of me, already dressed in the light blue gown, IV lines taped to his arm. He looked calm. Too calm. Like he was about to step into a meeting, not surgery.I stood beside him, my fingers wrapped tightly around his hand. I didn’t remember when I started shaking, only that I couldn’t stop.“They’ll take good care of you,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound like my own.He looked at me, eyes steady. “You look like you’re the one going under.”I tried to smile. It came out weak. “I’m allowed to be scared.”He squeezed my hand gently. “I’ll be fine.”I nodded, even though my throat burned. “I know.”But I didn’t. Not really.The doctor came in, explaining things again—what they would do, how long it would take, what could happen. I listened, but the words slipped past me like water. All I could focus on was Liam’s hand in mine. Warm. Solid. Real.When they finally told me it was time, my chest tightened.I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hi

The first night back home, Liam fell asleep on the couch before the movie even reached the opening credits.His head rested against the pillow I had placed carefully behind him, one arm stretched out, the other bent awkwardly because he was still learning what positions didn’t hurt. His breathing was slow, even. Real. I sat beside him, watching the small rise and fall of his chest like it was something fragile.Home felt different now.Not in a bad way. Just… quieter. Like the walls themselves were holding their breath, afraid to disturb him.I reached out and gently pulled the blanket higher over his chest. He stirred slightly, brows pulling together, then relaxed again. My fingers lingered at his temple, brushing his hair back carefully, avoiding the place where it was still growing unevenly.Two weeks ago, I didn’t know if I’d ever see him open his eyes again.Now he was here. Sleeping. Alive.I swallowed hard and stood up slowly, my knees stiff from sitting too long. I moved aroun

Liam kissed my forehead before I could even say good morning.“Be careful,” he murmured, adjusting the cuff of his shirt. He was already half in work mode, his mind probably at the warehouse, mine already drifting toward the hospital.“I will,” I said, standing on my toes to kiss him back properly. “Don’t stress yourself.”He smiled, that small smile he always gave me when he didn’t plan on listening. “I’ll try.”I watched him for a second longer than usual, committing the sight of him to memory the way I still did sometimes, like my mind hadn’t fully accepted yet that he was here, alive, and mine. Then I grabbed my bag and headed out.The drive to the hospital was quiet. Not empty, just calm. When I arrived, the building felt alive in a way that still surprised me. People moving with purpose. Voices blending into something steady and controlled. This place was no longer an idea or a dream. It was working. It was real.I went straight to my office.I sat behind my desk and opened the

Nine months changed everything.I used to think happiness was loud. Big moments. Things that felt heavy and dramatic. I was wrong. Happiness was quieter than that. It came in small pieces, in waiting, in fear mixed with hope, in love that stayed even when things got hard.Right now, happiness was pain. A lot of it.I held onto the bedrail with one hand and Liam’s hand with the other. My body shook as another wave hit me, strong and deep, the kind that took your breath away.“Bella,” Liam said, his voice tight, scared in a way I’d never heard before. “Look at me. Look at me.”I turned my head toward him. His eyes were wet. Not tears falling, but close. His face was pale, jaw clenched like he was the one fighting through this.“I’m here,” he said again. “I’m not going anywhere.”I nodded, even though my whole body felt like it was splitting apart.“Push,” the doctor said calmly.I took a breath and pushed.I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I pushed with everything I had, every part of me f