His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 219

“What do you want to eat?” Christian asked. “I’ll make you anything you want, even those unhealthy burgers you like.”

One week had passed since the funeral, and for the first time in a while, we sat down at the kitchen table like a normal family. No strange visitors, no maids, just the three of us.

Christian had been extremely busy while I took all the time I could to spend time with Siena. I understood Christian was doing all of this to stop his uncle, so we could at least live a semi-normal life, so as strange as it seemed, I did not interfere.

“I’m actually craving pizza,” I suggested. Siena slammed her tiny hands on the floor and babbled. Christian picked her up from the floor and attacked her with kisses. Seeing the way he looked at Siena warmth my heart.

“How about I make you a pizza, and Siena can eat one of her disgusting potato jars,” Christian suggested. “Don’t be like that. I don’t want you to hurt her feelings.” I told him. “And we can just order—“

“No.” Christian shook his head. “I like taking care of you, and I love spending time with you.”

I covered my flushed cheeks and shot him a smile. “You’re being extra nice this week, and I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“Well.” Christian laughed. “You might as well get used to it because this is the way it's going to be from now on.”

Hours had passed, and after our time in the kitchen, which was filled with laughter, we sat at the dining table. “So, how did I do?” Christian smiled as he wiped the cheese from my lips.

“You did a great job. You always do.” I praised him. I leaned in to kiss him, but before I could—Siena, who was seated on my lap, forced her hand on his lips. “I don’t think she likes sharing.” I pouted.

Christian took her from my lap and lifted her in the air. “You should eat. I’ll play with her.” He offered. I placed my hand on his arm and shook my head. Something was off, and I could feel it.

“What’s wrong?” I asked nervously. No matter how I looked at it, Christian being extra kind remained a weird concept. Was he cheating on me again?

“Oh, so I can’t play with my daughter anymore?” Christian laughed. Seeing the look on his face made me feel guilty. “You can, but you’re making me nervous.”

Christian took a breath, and for the first time in a while, there was a real expression behind his face. He seemed stressed, bothered, and tired.

“Serena, I don’t want to do this….” Christian began.

I felt my palms get sweaty as I prepared myself for the worst. Please, don’t let it be true.

“I need you to stay with your parents, just until we’ve sorted this thing with my uncle.”

Christian’s words weren’t supposed to make me feel happy, but I could finally breathe. Was that really all?

“I want you and Siena to be safe, and being with your parents is the safest at the moment.” Christian continued. “We’ll be making a move any time from now, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. I want you to be with the people we trust, and I trust your parents—“

“I understand!” I cut him off. If there was one thing I had learned, it was not to question him unless necessary. It would spare us a lot of arguments.

“Do you, really?” Christian spoke, surprised.

“I do, and I will stand behind you—no matter what.”

Christian shot me a grateful smile and held my hand. “That day…when I heard the explosion, and I couldn’t find you or Siena by my side…it scared me.”

“I know,” I whispered. I squeezed his hand and pulled him closer. “I don’t want to cause you any stress, so if this is what you want…it’s okay.”

Johnny’s words about being prepared to lose Christian were the wake-up call I needed. I couldn’t let anything happen to him, and I couldn’t stress him out. The safest thing for everyone was for me to work along.

Even though Siena and I were his family, we weren’t the only ones. He had a lot of people to protect.

“And I know we haven’t had the best experiences with being apart from each other.” Christian continued. My mind went to Gina, who had almost been the downfall of everything we built.

“But I need you to trust me, and I need you to know that I would never ever repeat the same mistake." Christian looked into my eyes. “Everything I’m doing is for you, and I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“I know, and I trust you.”

There was a moment of silence before Christian and I could not hold back our laughter. “I’m sorry.” Christian chuckled. “It’s just…I never thought we could do this.”

“Do what?”