His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 224

“Isn’t he adorable?” Isobel gushed over Beau, who was busy playing with Siena. He laid her down on the grass and pulled her legs while Siena burst into fits of laughter.

“Sure.” I breathed. If him calling my daughter an evil little demon was adorable to her, then so be it.

Today was the first day in a while I finally got to spend some time with my family. I couldn’t remember the last time we were complete, but having my parents and all of my siblings together for dinner felt great.

Maybe I was annoyed by the fact that Beau and Isobel could spend some time together while Christian was working again. I invited him and even Dario—but apparently, the two were too busy with their so-called plan.

I knew it was all to take down Berto, but I couldn’t help but wonder—what if I was indeed pregnant and had to take care of two babies all by myself? Christian promised me all of this would almost be over but was it really?

I had yet to take the pregnancy test, and it was all because a small part of me was still in denial. Maybe it was just a cold or some crazy virus, and I was just overreacting.

“I just love him so much.” Isobel cooed. “I can’t wait until our babies get here.”

A warm smile grew on my lips as Isobel rubbed her hand over her stomach. It was hard to remain salty after hearing her speak about my brother. If those two could work out their differences, it would’ve been embarrassing if Christian and I couldn’t.

“Neither can I.”

Beau stopped playing with Siena and made his way over. I scoffed as he ignored my existence and pushed me aside to kiss Isobel. I didn’t want to see that, not even for a second. They were too affectionate and disgusting. Or I was just too jealous…

“You’ll be a great dad.” Isobel praised him. Beau leaned closer. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He spoke. “Did you just give me a compliment?”

“Yes.” Isobel nodded. “I said you’re a good daddy…to me.”

Jeez. I covered my mouth to stop myself from gagging, but it didn’t stop there as I was forced to watch my brother make out with Isobel. “I’m just going to pretend as if I didn’t just hear all of that.”

“Uh, hello!” I coughed loudly, pulling Beau’s arm. “My eyes, thank you!”

“Oh, sorry Serena.” Beau chuckled, slamming his arm around my shoulder. “I almost didn’t see you there.”

“Yes, and it seems to be some kind of pattern!”

“That’s not true,” Beau spoke, offended. Isobel stepped back as she clearly had no intentions of interfering.

“Isobel, come and look at all these baby clothes!” My mom yelled from inside.

“Coming!” Isobel yelled back. “Do you guys remember when your mom used to hate me?” She asked proudly.

Beau and I shot each other a look. “Do you remember when we used to hate you?” Beau teased her.

“Yes, you still hate me.” Isobel giggled, making her way inside.

Beau and I sat down at the table. “What’s with the look on your face?”

“Nothing…just a bit sad Christian couldn’t make it,” I told him. Being apart from him was hard, and not knowing about whatever they were planning made everything so much more difficult.

Beau shot me a pitiful look. “He wanted to be here…really, but—“

“Work, work, work—yes, I know it.” I rolled my eyes.

“He’s doing it all for you and Siena.”

“I know,” I leaned my head against my brother’s shoulder. “But I miss him, and I miss you too.”

“Serena, I’m here.”

Yes, and so was everyone else. “I know, but I feel like I barely see you anymore.”

Beau ruffled his hand through my hair. “Stop overreacting. We see each other almost every day.”

“No, we don’t,” I whispered to myself. A lot had changed. This whole situation with Berto had sucked the life out of everyone, especially since he was someone unpredictable who couldn’t care less about any of our lives.

“I’m scared, Beau,” I spoke. “I feel like we should spend time together while we still can…and I don’t want to lose anyone.”

“While we still can?” Beau chuckled. “And why would you lose anyone?”

I looked at him with a sarcastic expression on my face, but by the looks of it, his question seemed to be serious. “Christian’s uncle is a monster…you know that.” I reminded him. “And things have been extremely quiet—“

“Don’t worry. We’ve got everything under control.” Beau cut me off. He sounded a whole lot like Christian, and it was probably because it was Christian’s order.

“Do you, really?”

“Yes.”

I stared into Beau’s eyes, hoping he would crack—but he didn’t. “Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?” I forced a smile. “Don’t try to play the hero like you always do, and don’t forget to put yourself first.”

“Even before Isobel and the babies?” Beau joked. As expected, he didn’t take me seriously. All he ever did nowadays was a joke around, and it wasn’t exactly helping. Maybe it was a way of hiding his fear, but whatever it was—I was not okay with it.

“Beau!”

“Okay, fine—I promise!” He laughed. “ “But if I do happen to die—“

I smacked his shoulders and widened my eyes, threatening him not to finish his sentence. Just the thought of it made me dizzy.

“I’m not saying I will!” Beau pointed out. “But if I do, I want you to put something real on my gravestone.”

“Something real?”

Beau nodded. “Something like, at least I don’t have to listen to my girl’s nagging anymore.”

“Oh wow, you’re sick.” I couldn’t hold back my laughter. Somehow his words made a lot of sense. “I don’t think Isobel will like that.”

“Just don’t die…I love you.”

“Suddenly?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “I don’t know if I ever mentioned it before, but I love you—and I can’t imagine my life without you as my twin.”

Beau pulled a disgusted face. “I hate it when you’re being nice. It’s weird.” He awkwardly patted my back. “But thanks.”

“I heard you visited Vince.” He changed the subject. Strangely enough, I could never understand why those close to me had a hard time opening up.

“I did.”

“Did you know he was the first one to notice a resemblance between us?” Beau mentioned. Thinking about it, it was not that surprising. Vince was known to have sharp eyes.

“Really?”

Beau smiled. “Yes. He called you, Beau, with a wig.” He said. “He described your meeting at the store as love at first sight—and he was so hopelessly in lo—“

“Don’t finish that sentence, ever.” I squinted my eyes. There was nothing worse than your best friend having a crush on you.

I looked at my brother, trying to find the resemblance—but I couldn’t see it. All I could see was the nervous look in his eyes. I wasn’t stupid and could tell he was trying to keep it together for me.

Was Christian really okay?

“Is Christian okay?” I asked him. “Is he getting enough sleep? Is he eating enough? Is he—“

“He’s fine, Serena.” Beau sighed. “I know what you’re thinking, but I am only being awkward because you’re staring at me.”

“Right,” I spoke, embarrassed. Christian was okay. That was all that mattered.

“Can I tell you something? But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”