Chapter 56

Fun fact :))

Did you know...the average penis is 5.57 inches long.

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"Wait a fucking second, are you telling me I can't get drunk?"

Rachel glared at me, "that's exactly what I'm telling you."

"Okay, but like, what if I only drink a little? Like a shot of tequila every 12 hours. Or-or, like what if I just drink vodka, ya know? Keeping it simple?"

"N-"

"WAIT!!" I yelled "What about just, like, a small, small glass of alcohol?"

"You mean a shot?"

"Yeah, but classier."

"No." She rolled her eyes.

She didn't even flinch, "Calla, your pregnant. You cannot drink."

My face fell, "What about weed?"

Her face hardened as she shook her head tightly.

"Kay, so how the fuck am I supposed to have fun?"

She shrugged, her eyes flickering down to my stomach, her hands fidgeting by her side.

"What? Why are you looking at my stomach? Am I fat already? I'm telling you I need to buy a Bowflex, or get on that Weight Watchers shit because I eat like 8,000 calories a day."

She smiled sadly, "no, Cal. How far along are you?"

I frowned, "I'm not entirely sure, 4 weeks...maybe more. I don't know a whole lot about pregnancies, I only learned about it from Twilight when Bella gave birth."

"Okay so you know nothing."

"Correcto amigo."

She crossed her muscled arms in front of her chest, her green speckled eyes trailed off, deep in thought.

There was a knock on my door, before it creaked open, revealing Sebastian and Afanas.

I groaned, "Why do you even knock if you're gonna come in anyways? That's like asking a girl to consent to sex while you gang bang her."

Afanas raised a dark eye brow

"Bad example." I sighed, resting my arms on my stomach.

The boys walked in, and soon I had 3 of my best friends sitting around me, their eyes continuously glancing at my stomach before resting on the white of the carpet.

"What're you going to do, Calla?" Afanas asked, his dark eyes looking softly into mine, his hands clenched together in his lap.

I sniffed, "I don't know...I don't know what to do. I want to give this baby the freedom Sinister never had. But I know that's not going to happen...this Mafia is his life. The second I said "fuck condoms" ...this baby became property of the mafia."

"Condoms suck." Sebastian muttered before glancing up at us staring at him, "sorry...I felt like I needed to add something to this conversation."

"You can run away..." Afanas offered softly, I felt the warmth of his hand creep into mine as he intertwined our hands together.

I could't though, as appealing as the idea sounded. I made a promise to Sinister the day I agreed to be his wife. I made a promise to stick by his side, to love him through hardships. I already loved this baby more than I loved myself, but I wouldn't leave Sinister. I owe my life to Sinister.

I shook my head, giving Afanas's hand a tight squeeze, "I won't leave without him."

Sebastian sighed, sparking up a joint.

"Hey fuckhead, if you're gonna smoke don't blow it towards the two impregnated ladies, please." Rachel muttered, smacking Sebastian in the arm.

"Well" Sebastian huffed, blowing his smoke away from us, "people can't know you're pregnant, Calla."

I frowned, "Why not?"

"You know more than most, how many enemies Sinister has. So if they find out, you'll be an even bigger target than you were before. This discretion will save the life of you and your baby."

Sebastian glanced at both Afanas and Rachel.

Afanas frowned, "don't look at me, I'm supposed to be dead. And my darling Rachel here, is living with her mama in the middle of nowhere North Carolina. Obviously we won't say anything."

"Have you started showing yet, Calla?" Sebastian asked, his hazel eyes glittering.

"No...not yet."

"Good. Enjoy all the tight dresses you want, the second you start to show, hide it as best as you can, okay darlin'?"

"Yes, okay. Well, honestly I never enjoyed tight dresses, I prefer mens oversized clothes, but don't worry, I catch your drift." I saluted him.

He chuckled, scooting closer to me and pulling me into a hug.

Afanas snuggled next to me on my left, and Sebastian on my right. And Rachel...well she sat across the room. Serves her right though, I might love her, but I'll never forgive the shit she did to me.

Afanas held my hand tightly, "You'll be a great mom, Calla. I know you don't think so, I know you always second guess yourself, but don't. You are one of the few people I know who can love so fiercely. You love everyone with every scrap of you heart. And this baby? Well...I fear for any man who gets between you and your child."

I felt a small tear drip down my face as I snuggled deeper into the two massive men, closing my eyes as I cried softly for so many reasons. I cried for my future, for my friends, for my husband, for my unborn child.

It felt like hours before I finally opened my eyes, and stared at Rachel.

"Hey, hey Rach?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"This must be pretty awkward for you, huh?"

She flicked me off

***

Let me tell you that if me becoming a parent, includes me having to be a successful cook...I shouldn't be a parent. The fire alarm in my house blaring could attest to that.

"Shut the fuckkk up!" I yelled, waving a dish rag at the flames and smoke roaring from the oven.

"Calla what the fuc--" Sinister froze as he walked into the kitchen, his hands shoved into his pockets as he stared at the small fire blazing in the oven.

"I forgot I was cooking." I pouted, still fanning the smoke.

He sighed, not even fazed, his ink black slicked back, he wore a crisp dark navy suit, his peircings were in, making him look absolutely breathtaking.

"Cal, why are you attempting to cook? You know you can't." He sighed.

"I got bored..." I whined.

Sinister chuckled, walking casually over to the kitchen cabinets, grabbing a fire extinguisher, and dousing the flames in white, powdery substance.

I groaned, hopping up on the counter and holding my head in my hands.

Sinister stood across from me, his strong, muscular arms pressed on either side of me as he kissed my forehead.

I still got butterflies whenever he kissed me, whenever he held me. He had the power to make me smile, feel nervous and anxious. He made me feel completely and utterly, whole.

"Are you showing yet?" He asked softly, rubbing his hot hands over my belly.

I scoffed, "Okay I had three slices of cheesecake, SUE ME! Just because I like to eat, doesn't mean I'm pregnant."

"Baby, you are pregnant."

"I know, I just like to get offended."

"Are you showing though?" He asked softly.

I shook my head, "Alas, I remain an 8-year old boy for another day!"

He frowned.

"Ya know, the semi-lack of curves? Never mind. Why do you want to know if I'm showing yet?"

He smiled mischievously, his hands gripping onto my thighs, "Because, Mrs. Velkov, there is a ball tomorrow night, and it's customary for my second in command to attend."

"Well, are you going to get on one knee to ask me to be your date? Buy me chocolate? Flowers? Diamonds? Sex? Head?"

He smirked, "Do you really need all that, Cal?"

I shrugged, hopping off the counter and taking a step close to him, so close I could smell the peppermint and slight scent of weed from his breath.

"I can't help it. I'm a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind and high standards." I pressed my lips lightly to the corner of his lips, pulling away slightly when he went in for a kiss, and skipped away from him.

"I love you!" He called out after me

"Always!" I replied.