His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 247

Three Years Later

I squeezed the ball gown dress around my body, desperate to see my little bump. Promising to get married within three years while not being pregnant was a stupid thing to do.

Especially when I had a husband who was a bit too obsessed with expanding our family as if a three-year-old and a two-year-old weren’t enough already.

That’s right. Baby three was on its way.

After having the grand and perfect wedding ceremony I had always dreamed of, it was time for the reception—and to be honest, I was over it already.

Morning sickness had not been the kindest to me, and I needed some sleep.

The two little demons running circles around me weren’t of that much help either. Siena, who was three, and our youngest son, a little ball of energy named after his grandfather—Lucio, had not taken any naps for the day.

One would expect them to be quiet, but no—it was the complete opposite.

“Come on, guys, knock it off,” I tried, knowing it wouldn’t work. They weren’t listening because they viewed Christian as the cool parent and me as the weak parent who could not give them any punishments.

“Lucio, don’t stop!” Siena encouraged her brother, pulling the ends of my dress.

“Yes, yes—Sisi!” Lucio listened to his sister as the two began to play a game of tag around my dress.

Siena was a stubborn toddler, a great speaker, and had a will of her own. She knew exactly what she did and didn’t want—and had no problem bossing others around.

She might look like her mommy, but everything else she had gotten from Christian.

“Siena, stop it!” I made another attempt. “Si—“

“Hey!”

I turned, and so did the children as Christian stood at the door opening with an unhappy expression.

As always, the two listened to their dad and let go of my dress to stand with good posture.

“Siena, Lucio.” Christian scolded the two. “What did I tell you about not listening to mommy?”

“Daddy? Bad, bad Sisi!” Lucio folded his arms, forcing an angry expression on his cute face. The overly manipulating ways of the two-year-old boy were a trait he didn’t get from either of us. Not even Christian was like that.

Franco had once shared that Christian’s dad used to do the same and always got away with everything. That’s how we concluded that Lucio’s behavior was nothing more than him honoring his grandfather.

“You did it too!” Siena stomped her tiny feet and folded her arms, imitating Lucio.

Her lips twitched out of anger, and she ran toward Christian. “Daddy!” She flew in his arms, followed by Lucio, who did not like losing.

“Thanks for that,” I spoke sarcastically as Christian lifted the two and held them upside down by their legs.

I guess old habits die hard.

“No need to thank me.” Christian shrugged, playing around with the kids. It gave me enough time to fix my dress and my hair. There were photographers in every corner, and everything had to be perfect.

“I want the same princess crown-like mommy—daddy!” Siena demanded. “I need a gold one to fit grandpa’s necklace.”

Christian put the children back on their feet.

“Daddy will buy you whatever you want.” He got her hopes up.

“First say, I promise!” Siena pinched her dad.

“I promise!”

Siena was a spoiled little girl, and it was all because of Christian. He did not know how to say no to her, and because of that concern, I was heavily against leaving him alone with her.

One day it’s a frog, the next day a dog, then a pony. Who knew what would happen the next time?

Regardless of his busy schedule, Christian had always managed to juggle his life and spend enough time with both children. I admired him for that.

‘Why would you want all these children if you won’t even be able to divide your time between all of them?’ Those had been my original thoughts—but Christian proved me wrong and ensured not one child was lacking attention. Not even the baby in my belly.

“Luci, buy candy!” Little Lucio pulled Christian’s pants, trying to form a sentence. “Many, many!” He squealed.

“No—no more candy!” Cesca stuck her head through the door, being the strict grandma as always. “Siena, Lucio—we’ve got to go. Come quick!”

The children ran to their grandma and grabbed her hand. Besides Christian, the kids also listened to their grandma. Who wouldn’t? Cesca could be really scary if she wanted to. “The two of you should hurry as well. We’re all waiting!”

“We’ll be there soon. Don’t worry.” Christian nagged his mom, kindly telling her to leave, which she did.

“Now we have a few seconds to ourselves.” He smiled at me through the mirror. “So, how are you feeling, Mrs. Lamberti?”

“Mrs. Lamberti,” I repeated with a stupid grin. “It still sounds unreal.”

“You look unreal.”

I was only an Alfonzo for about three years, but those years were one of the best of my life. However, I was ready to take the next step.

“We should go before Jade blows up this place.” Christian joked around, mentioning my scary maid of honor.

The two of us remained best friends, and after learning Jade was a wedding planner, our bond had only tightened as I had been planning this day for years.

Her relationship with Dario was still going strong, and he had become a great father figure to her daughter.

Dario and I had patched up our friendship and owned an organization for youth care.

Giving children a better life so they wouldn’t have to go through the same misfortunes I once had, had come to me as a natural.

“Yes. Jade’s taking this maid of honor thing a bit too seriously.” I thought about my friend who didn’t mess around with her schedule.

“You wanted friends,” Christian said, shrugging. “And now you have them.”

I did, and I felt whole.

Before moving to the west coast, Jade had introduced me to many different people who had all become my friends.

Faith, Luna, and Olivia, who shared no harsh feelings for me favoring Jade, were among my many bridesmaids. We had a good talk about our feelings and came to terms with our misunderstanding.

I was afraid to call the girls, thinking they might’ve forgotten about me—and they were afraid to contact me, thinking I would rather hang out with friends of my own status.

“I’m ready when you are.” I turned to Christian, reaching out my hand.

“Let’s go.”

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The sun had already set, and the party was in full swing. Loud music was blasting from the speakers, and as always, all of the families were present.

Most of them brought a lot of gifts, trying to outdo the other—but Christian and I didn’t care for any of that. Just the thought of taking home all those presents gave me the chills.

The Lambertis and the Alfonzos' golden bond was slowly returning to what it used to be before I got in the way of everything. Believe it or not—but even dad got along with Beau and Franco.

“Don’t leave my side.” I locked my arm with Vince’s as we were in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a bunch of drunk people. Christian, who had been drinking and was nowhere to be seen, was having way too much fun and even forgot about his wife—but that was fine with me.

He had been waiting on this very day for a long time, so I wanted him to enjoy it.