All Chapters of Craving My Mafia Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Sabrina’s POV The last of the streamers had fallen. The confetti had stopped dancing midair. And somewhere in the living room, a cluster of half-eaten cupcakes sat forgotten on a paper plate while “Happy Birthday” gift bags were piled high near the stairs. Aubree’s tenth birthday party had been a dream. But now—blessed silence. I sank into the sofa with a sigh, kicking off my heels. My dress was crumpled from chasing kids and dancing with twins. Carter and Able—who insisted they were Aubree’s “personal mafia bodyguards.” Sebastian had beamed at that one. Aubree was upstairs, passed out mid-sentence while reading one of her new fantasy books. Michal had tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and lingered longer than usual by her door. When he came back downstairs, something about the way he looked at me made my stomach flip. That quiet intensity. That unreadable smirk. “What?” I asked, already suspicious. He held out a single finger. “Don’t move.” I blinked. “W

Sabrina POV “UNCLE LUCA!” A blur of curls and pink barreled into the hallway like a tornado. Aubree—my sunshine, my miracle, my daughter—flung herself at Luca before he had time to brace. He caught her awkwardly, wide-eyed, and stared at her like he couldn’t believe she was real. “You came!” she grinned, hugging his neck. “Daddy said maybe, but I didn’t think you would!” Luca’s arms wrapped around her with a kind of reverent slowness. “You’ve gotten so big.” “Duh! I’m TEN now,” she announced proudly. “And I missed you, even if Mommy says you moved away for a while.” My cheeks burned. Luca glanced at me over her head, a flicker of amusement behind the guilt in his eyes. “I missed you too, sunshine,” he murmured. She pulled back, hands on his shoulders. “Are you staying this time?” He hesitated, then looked at me. I nodded. “If he wants to.” By the time Sebastian appeared in the hallway, his expression unreadable, the tension was already palpable. Carter and

SABRINA’S POV I sat on the edge of the couch, cradling the baby against my chest as if I’d done it a thousand times before. But I hadn’t. Not with him. His little body was warm, wrapped tight in the soft, blue blanket, and yet I couldn’t stop shivering. Michal knelt in front of me, his arms out as if he was still afraid I might hand the baby back to the universe and pretend this wasn’t real. But it was. It was real. “I don’t hear a car. I don’t hear anything,” I whispered, glancing back toward the door as if someone might suddenly appear to claim him. Michal shook his head. “There’s no one. Not even a trace. No tire marks, no note. Just… him.” We stared at each other for a long moment. The baby shifted in my arms and gave a soft, breathy sigh. It was like the sound sealed something in place. Like destiny exhaled. My throat tightened. “Michal… what do we do?” He didn’t hesitate. “We keep him.” He was asleep now—finally. His tiny chest rose and fell in slow, even

Sabrina’s POV We moved the gathering downstairs eventually—too many of us for the nursery to contain. Sebastian made coffee, the rich scent drifting through the halls, and the house seemed to hum with quiet contentment. Carter and Able raced ahead to claim the living room TV, voices bouncing off the walls like tiny echoes of Sebastian’s energy. I sat curled against Michal on the couch, Elijah still tucked safely in my arms. His tiny breaths warmed the space near my chest, steady and fragile and perfect. “I feel like I’m dreaming,” I whispered, afraid to raise my voice above the hush of it all. Michal kissed my forehead, his lips lingering there as if sealing the moment. “You’re not.” Shelly waddled in with her tea, grinning, her free hand balancing against the armrest as she lowered herself into a chair. “I already added Elijah to the family group chat. He’s officially in.” “Oh, thank God,” I deadpanned, shifting Elijah slightly so I could smirk at her. “Wouldn’t wan