Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404: Chapter 188 New Heir Born

Gemma’s POV

Late into my pregnancy, and I still couldn’t believe how quickly time had flown since Dominic and I reconciled from that nightmare. With my delivery scheduled soon, I was in panic mode realizing our son’s nursery in Dominic’s heavily fortified compound wasn’t ready. That’s how I found myself on a Sunday morning, sitting in the custom leather nursing chair with Amber at my feet, reading crib assembly instructions to one of the most feared Capos in the Thorne family.

"Christ, why do I always get stuck with furniture assembly?" Dominic groaned, staring at the pile of imported Italian wooden parts. His expensive suit jacket was draped over a chair, sleeves rolled up revealing the intricate tattoos marking his rank within the organization. "We could hire someone who actually knows what they’re doing."

I rubbed my enormous belly affectionately, feeling our future heir shift restlessly inside me. "Because this is your son’s crib. Would you trust some stranger inside our compound to make sure it’s secure enough to keep the next generation of the family safe?"

Dominic gave me an incredulous look, his emerald eyes flashing with that mixture of amusement and exasperation I’d grown to love. "You seriously think I’m more qualified than a professional furniture assembler?"

"Absolutely. It’s your son who’ll be sleeping in it. Your protective instincts will make you triple-check every screw, every joint. No one else would be as thorough as his father."

"I don’t follow your logic, but I love you both too much to argue," he sighed, running a hand through his golden hair.

"Less complaining, more assembling," I countered firmly. "I refuse to have the future heir to your operations sleeping on the floor because his father was too lazy to put his crib together."

"You’re worse than Zoe when you’re giving orders," Dominic muttered, turning back to the instruction manual with a shake of his head.

I continued reading from the premium crib manual, "The maximum distance between the longitudinal supports should be—" Suddenly, an intense pain shot through my abdomen like a knife. "Owww..." I looked down to see wetness spreading between my legs on the expensive upholstery.

Dominic glanced over with a teasing grin, clearly remembering my frequent bathroom trips that had become a running joke among his security team. "Did you have another accident with your bladder?"

"You idiot!" I snapped, wincing as another sharp contraction hit me. "Owww! My water broke!"

"Gemma, focus on reading the instructions. You can change your clothes later," Dominic said, completely oblivious as he continued tightening screws with the precision he usually reserved for interrogations.

"Dominic! My water broke! Your son is coming now!" I practically shouted.

He turned toward me, his face draining of all color. The wrench dropped from his hands, clattering onto the hardwood floor. "What did you say?"

"Don’t you dare faint on me now. Call Andrew immediately!" I commanded, watching him freeze in panic. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my secure phone and called Andrew myself. Fortunately, the family’s trusted doctor was at his private clinic and promised to be at the compound immediately.

Soon, Andrew burst through our reinforced bedroom door with a huge smile, his medical bag in hand. "I’m here! The newest Thorne heir is ready to make his entrance!"

Dominic looked absolutely terrified, his usual commanding presence completely shattered. "Is it safe? Isn’t it early?"

"Relax, Dominic," Andrew reassured him with the calm authority that had made him the family’s go-to doctor for years. "The baby is fully formed and healthy. Now grab the hospital bag Gemma has undoubtedly prepared, and let’s get to the medical wing. My surgical team is already being notified and the compound is on lockdown."

At the family’s private medical facility within the compound, everything moved with military precision. A trusted nurse helped me change and get settled while Andrew examined me under the watchful eyes of Dominic’s personal security detail.

"Excellent news, Gemma. Everything indicates we’re looking at a natural birth," Andrew said cheerfully. "Dominic, inform the family leadership while I monitor Gemma’s progress. This could take a while, so walk with her in the secured corridor to help with dilation."

As Dominic and I strolled the bulletproof hallway, making calls to inform our mothers about the impending arrival, a sharp, overwhelming contraction suddenly gripped me. I screamed and doubled over. Andrew appeared immediately, rushing to help Dominic get me back to the medical bed.

"Gemma, your baby is crowning!" Andrew announced excitedly. "Today’s the day we welcome new blood to the family. Come on, little one, we’re all eager to meet you."

Another powerful contraction hit, and Andrew coached me through it while Dominic held my hand tightly, helping me with the breathing techniques we’d practiced. Then Andrew was humming his signature melody as he placed my newborn son on my chest.

"Look at those strong lungs..." he murmured before turning to Dominic. "Father, come cut the umbilical cord."

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