His Mafia Prince
Chapter 79: You Know I Love You

Chapter 79: You Know I Love You

(SASHA)

"You know I love you, Sasha. But I still think you were mean to me in the beginning."

"I probably was. I wasn’t in love with you back then." I tug him closer then miss the tip of his nose. "But I love you now. I’ll happily die protecting you. Does that make our beginning a moot point?"

He shrugs. "I guess."

"I mean, if I hadn’t forced you to marry me to begin with, we wouldn’t have fallen in love. So maybe the way I treated you back then was a good thing?"

"No, Sasha. There was nothing good about it. You terrified me."

"Alright."

Tyler can think what he wants. I can’t feel sorry for the past when it’s what brought him to me. I don’t respond because I don’t want to enrage him.

We are silent for a beat when I finally decide to address the elephant in the room. "So, what are you going to do about the baby?"

He tenses. "I really hated Angelo. He tried to murder me twice. I don’t know what to feel about having his child. What if it turns out to be just as evil as its father or even worse?"

"It won’t be evil." I laugh.

"How would you know?" he sounds worried.

"I don’t think Angelo was evil."

He sits up and stares at me disbelievingly. "How is he not evil? He tried to kill me twice!"

"Of course, he was an asshole. He did cruel things but I don’t think he is pure evil. He was just greedy and insecure." I shrug. "But let’s assume what you’re saying is true, and Angelo was truly evil, I don’t think he can pass that down to his child."

"Mmh..."

"Right? We should only be concerned if the baby comes out with horns and a pitchfork tail." I grin sheepishly.

He smacks my arm. "This isn’t funny, Sasha. I’m trying to decide on a serious matter here."

"Well, you already know my opinion here."

"You want me to keep it." I’m glad he knows my stand. It’s not a question.

"I want to have many kids with you. Tyler. What’s one more?"

"B...but the baby isn’t yours."

"I don’t care."

"Seriously, how don’t you mind me bearing the child of another alpha?" he looks baffled.

"Usually, I’d prefer that you cried my child. But the baby isn’t mine, not by it’s fault. I agree the situation is odd."

"It’s not odd, it’s insane. Angelo was your adoptive brother. Won’t you feel guilty at all staring into the eyes of his child when you know you killed its father?"

I let out a harsh laugh. "How many times did Angelo himself try to kill it by trying to murder you? There’s nothing he didn’t do to stop that baby from being born. You and I ultimately protected it. That surely has to count for something."

"I was determined to get rid of it too. I’m no saint."

"At least your reasons were better than Angelo’s."

"I doubt any of the reasons would matter to it. It’s hard to accept the fact that both your parents wanted you dead."

"Of course. But if we are going to keep the child, they must never know anything about this. Poor child will be traumatized for all their life. We’ll just come up with some convincing story, something they would believe like the father was a very good man but got killed in a crossfire during a gang war. We can make them believe that the father was a hero and not an insane murderer."

He sighs. "But is lying to them a good thing?"

"It’s kind." I shrug.

His lips curve into a tiny smile. "I love that you want it to be kind."

I kiss his hand. "Just those I love. Not everyone."

"Yeah," he glances down at his belly. "You know it’s odd how it comforted me when Angelo and his goons held me in the car. I know it makes no sense, seeing as it’s still a little fetus. Just knowing I wasn’t alone gave me comfort somehow."

"I just want you to know that I still support your decision regardless. I’ll understand if you device that having this baby is too overwhelming.

"Thanks for saying that, Sasha."

"I wouldn’t have considered keeping this baby if I hadn’t seen you with Chase and Riley. You were so sweet with them. They adore you."

I smile. "I adore them too."

"I know." He rubs his stomach. "You know, this baby is already half cooked, or what was that you said again?" he grins. "How about I just cook it all the way?"

"Don’t make fun of my poetic words," I smirk.

His smile fades. "I was so sure of getting rid of this baby, you know, but after everything I’ve been through with it, it feels wrong, you know. It just feels wrong."

"Does it?"

"Yes, kind of."

"Don’t worry Tyler. I’ll be with you until the end of everything."

"Good, because I can’t do this alone. Now I’m sure about that."

"Okay." His eyes scan me. "Are you sure you want to keep it?"

"I’m considering it. I know nothing about children though. I have zero experience with kids."

"I can teach you everything I know." I grimace. "But I have no experience with dirty diapers."

"No?"

"I don’t know a lot of babies. I avoid them until they are much older. They’re fun at that age. Babies cry all the time."

"They do. Are you sure you’ll handle a baby around you? It does come out a toddler and it can’t skip that baby phase. You won’t give my baby away if it starts to cry or anything like that, right?"

I shrug. "I won’t sell it in the black market."

"Sasha, even your thoughts are frightening. Is that what came to your mind?"

"It’ll be fine. I’m kidding. Mother will help a lot. With the poopy diapers. I hear babies do that a lot."

"You can’t make your mother do the heavy lifting." He grimaces. "You know you’re going to have to change a poopy diaper at least once, right? If I have this child, it’s gonna be all hands on deck."

"We can hire a nanny."

"I’m starting to think you are all talk, Sasha. You say you want many babies but you seem to think that we can outsource care for them." He frowns.

"Tyler, there’s that stubborn look you get sometimes on your face."

"That’s because I need to make sure that you do the diaper duty when I get this baby. It’s only fair." He shrugs.

"Baby, I’m head of the Triple Triads. I shouldn’t have to change poopy diapers. My strength lies in delegating the duties that I don’t want to do. Maybe Miles can change the diapers."

"Sasha, please tell me you’re joking."

"Uhm...let me think." I avoid his gaze, trying to not laugh."

"Stop teasing me, or else―" he puts his little fingers around my throat.

"Or else what?" I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Or else I’ll be very... uhm...displeased."

"Oh no," I say in an amused voice. "Not that. What shall I do then?"

He sighs and eases his grip. "I don’t know how it’s possible that I love you now. I used to loathe you so bad."

"I claimed you." I snicker. "You have to love me."

He shakes his head. "That isn’t true. These feelings of attachment began long before you gave me your bite. It was all confusing at first. One minute I hate you, the next minute I can’t live without you."

"Mother says we are fated mates."

"Does she?"

"Yes. She began saying that a long time ago."

"You believe in fated mates?"

I’m silent for a bit. "I didn’t." I hold his head and tug him closer then kiss him softly.

The feel of his lips against mine is pure perfection. His scent fills every empty space there’s ever been in my soul. I’m content with him. When he isn’t close to me, I feel like I’m about to die. All along, I thought the idea of fated mates was just a story. I’m not so sure anymore.

"I think I now believe in fated mates."

His thumbs swipe my cheeks softly. "I’d rather think we chose each other."

"Whatever," I shrug and whisper. "I don’t care either way. You are mine now."