Vincenzo's Lover

Thirty Eight

Aww, I love the comments from last chapter. I laughed for some of them.

Here you go, what you've all been waiting for:
(I won't let you down)

-Mia-

I giggled, slapping his hand away. "Stop it!" My phone rang and I leaned over to grab it but he stopped me, burying his head in my neck and trying to give me a hickey. "Stop!" I laughed, managing to get my phone and tap the green button, not checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" I cheerfully asked, thinking it was someone I knew well.

"Mia."

I immediately hung up, pushing Vincenzo off me and sitting up. "What's wrong?" He asked, his face filled with concern. My phone rang again and I sighed, looking over at it and squeezing my eyes closed before opening them again and taking my phone.

"Hello, mother," I sarcastically said as she sighed on the mother end. "I thought I asked - no, told you not to call me?"

"Mia, please don't hang up. Listen, I'm trying to make my life right. I've stopped the drugs and the prostitution, I swear," she said, her voice sounding a little tired and genuine. I paid more attention as Vincenzo took my hand, drawing circles with his finger.

"I-I just need money for rehab . ."

There was a moment of silence before I spoke saying, "I don't believe you and I think you know why."

"Mia, darling-"

"Don't 'darling' me!" I couldn't help but snap.

"Look, I understand why you don't want to help me after all the times I've hurt you-"

"Yes, and you should understand why I'm going to hang up. Don't call me." I tapped the red button before burying my head in my hands and sighing, tears slipping out of my eyes.

"Mia?"

"I'm in a bad mood now, Vince, don't talk to me or I'll say something I'll regret." Although I couldn't see him, he hesitated before his hand went to my thigh but I slapped it lightly away. "Don't touch me - can you just leave me alone?"

"No," he said then he wrapped his arms around me and held me as I started to cry. "Don't cry," he quietly said, wiping my cheeks. "It's not good for you or the baby."

"I know," I tearfully said, trying to stop myself from crying for the baby. "Don't cry over her," he said to me, kissing my cheek. I nodded, sniffing and wiping my eyes before sighing.

I was four months pregnant and had actually been crying a lot lately. Later on, I was due to go to the hospital to find out the gender of the baby. I didn't want a surprise, I was too excited.

I sniffed, putting on a smile and facing him. "Baby scan today," I told him and he smiled, taking my hand. "What are you feeling? Boy or girl?"

"Hmm. ." I said, thinking. "I'm not sure and I don't really mind. Maybe another girl - or a boy to make it equal since we've already got a girl."

"A boy," Vincenzo said and I raised an eyebrow, "I thought you'd want a girl? Another one to spoil." He shook his head with a smile, "I could teach him stuff."

"Hm," I said, "hey, I was wondering, what would happen if you left the mafia? I mean, who would take over specifically?" I was hoping he would bring up Cristiano.

"A relative or my eldest son."

I paused, biting my lip and facing him properly. "I thought we talked about this?" I quietly asked. I was nervous and hoping he was going to correct himself.