All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KianSix Months I knew pregnancy was going to be challenging. I knew Alessandra would be glowing, strong, and beautiful. I knew I’d have to be careful.I didn’t know it would make me feel like a toddler being chased by responsibility on steroids.Today… today was one of those days.I pull up to her workplace, parked outside like I’m staking out a high-risk zone. My eyes are scanning the building like it’s a battlefield, and Alessandra? She’s inside, probably laughing at some crazy coworker story, completely unaware that her husband is about to flip his entire brain because of something as basic as her walking out the door.I take a deep breath and step inside.There she is, standing at the elevator, feet swollen like little soft sacks, cheeks pale, and her hand pressed against her stomach like she’s holding tiny magic beans. She smiles when she sees me, and I swear my chest physically melts.“Hey,” she says, voice soft, but I can hear the exhaustion. “Hi…”I rush over, sliding my arm

AlessandraI stop kneading for a moment, hand resting on my bump. “I… I love this. I love being here. Even though I can’t cook anything perfectly yet, I feel… at home. With you all, Nonna, Kian…” My voice falters a little as I glance toward the window where the afternoon light streams in. “I love all of this.”Serena smiles and squeezes my hand. “And we love you. You’re already one of us.”Nonna leans back on her stool, watching me roll out the gnocchi dough. “You’ve got a good rhythm. I can tell they’re going to be strong babies, lucky to have a mother who takes her time, even when her body is stretched.”I laugh. “I hope they get my patience, then. And not Kian’s panic mode.”She snorts. “They’ll have a mix. He’ll protect them fiercely, and you’ll nurture them fiercely. Balance. That’s how families survive.”I can’t stop smiling, imagining Kian hovering over every corner of the house, already picturing his twins, completely freaked out about everything in the world. He’ll probably t

KianLunch is another ordeal. Alessandra insists on inspecting every utensil, every plate. “We need safe plates. No sharp edges. No chips. No cracks. No…” she trails off, eyes narrowing. “…No dangerous anything.”I try to hand her a plate. “…It’s a normal plate.”She examines it like a scientist inspecting a chemical sample. “…Hmm. Acceptable. Barely.”I sit down, running a hand through my hair. “…This is exhausting. I can’t keep up.”She laughs, then cries, then laughs again. “…You will keep up, Kian. Or else!”I groan, sinking into my chair. “…Yes, ma’am.”By afternoon, my mother and Nonna have come into the living room, watching the chaos.Nonna shakes her head, chuckling. “He’s already losing it. And it’s just the beginning.”My mother laughs softly. “Enjoy it while it lasts. Soon, he’ll be changing diapers and losing even more of his mind.”I throw a glare at them, though I’m secretly smiling. “…I love you guys. Really?”Alessandra suddenly grabs my arm. “…Kian! We need to check

AlessandraKian’s grip on my hand tightened. “…I know, love. I know. You’re doing perfectly. Just one more… push…”And then, finally, with a scream and a final, excruciating effort, the first tiny human emerged. A boy. I cried the instant I heard him cry, my body shaking, adrenaline and relief flooding me all at once.Kian’s eyes were wide with awe and panic, tears streaming down his face. “…He’s… he’s here… our son…”The nurse placed him gently on my chest. His tiny fingers curled around mine instinctively, and I felt something in me shift, a love so fierce it was almost painful. “Hello, my little love,” I whispered, my tears soaking his tiny shoulders.Kian leaned down, kissing my temple, his forehead against mine. “…You did it. You did it. He’s perfect. Both of you…”I barely had time to catch my breath before the second contraction hit. Stronger and more urgent, and I knew it was for the second baby. A girl. I cried out again, shaking and screaming, and Kian’s hand never left mine

Alessandra I thought I was prepared. I really did. After all the planning, all the baby-proofing, and all the advice from Nonna, Serena, Aunt Sofia, Aunt Vittoria, Aunt Valentina, Mathew, and Tattia, I believed the first night alone with the twins would be… manageable.It wasn’t.Kian and I were in the nursery, the twins in their cribs, sleeping, or so we hoped. Matteo’s chest rose and fell in a peaceful rhythm. Isabella… well, she was quiet, but somehow I could feel she was plotting her next move.“…Okay,” I whispered, glancing at Kian. “… We got this, right?”Kian was crouched next to Matteo’s crib, inspecting the blanket. “…We have to get this right. Safety first. Temperature perfect. Crib rails secure. Blankets snug but not too snug…”I sighed, brushing my hair back. “…Kian, they’re asleep. You don’t need to over-analyze every breath they take.”“I do,” he said firmly. “… You saw what happened last night. That little flutter? That could’ve been… anything. We can’t risk anything.”