Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 342

And currently on the phone with your husband.

I resist the urge to look over at Daniel for the length of the phone call. When he comes back to his seat ten minutes later, I tilt my head at him in inquiry, hoping Natalia and Alessi read it as the worry of a wife for her husband. Daniel gives me a soft smile and a nod, letting me know he’s okay. So, I move on, dismissing the event, and burying my burning desire to know what the hell just happened on the phone call.

Eventually – after far too long – Natalia and Alessi leave. Both kiss me warmly as we walk them down to their car, welcoming me again to the family, though perhaps this welcome is the first true one since only now are they actually convinced that I’m carrying a Bianci baby. Then, shouting their goodbyes, Natalia and Alessi pull away.

I exhale a tired sigh once Daniel and I get back into the house and I close the door behind us, leaning back against the wall.

“You all right, baby mama?” Daniel asks, smiling at my exhaustion.

“You know,” I say, shaking my head with my eyes closed, “it’s weirdly more exhausting now that she likes me. She’s so…attentive.”

Daniel laughs and puts an arm around my shoulders, leading me upstairs. “Welcome to my world.”

“Awww, poor adored baby,” I say sarcastically, reaching up to pinch his cheek the way Natalia does. “Always spoiled! Fawned over since the day he was born!”

“It’s nice,” he sighs, pretending to be chagrined, “but you’re right, it is exhausting.”

“Hey, I’m doing another batch of these!” Janeen calls as we enter the kitchen, holding a shaker of espresso martinis above her head. “Alessi left all the supplies!”

“Count me in!” Daniel calls, leading me out to the patio. “Make one for Jerome too!”

“You got it!” she replies. Dad’s out on the patio, clearing away dishes, and I move to help but he waves me off, bidding me to sit.

“I don’t like all this fussing,” I grumble, sitting down hard in my chair. “Just because I have like, this tiny little ball of cells in my belly,” I say, looking down at myself again, “doesn’t mean I can’t do anything.”

“The baby’s actually as big as a kidney bean now,” Daniel says, sitting down next to me and grabbing a handful of cashews from a bowl on the table. He looks curiously down at them, picking one up. “Or, like, just as big as this.” He laughs, grinning before popping it into his mouth.

“Don’t eat the baby,” I murmur, lifting my legs up to curl beneath me. But then I frown at him, cocking my head to the side. “Wait, how do you know that?”