Baby's Weight°•°•°

The idea of the scenario :

He became sensitive after seeing the baby's weight.

The oneshot :

It was one of those nights– quiet, still and slightly too peaceful for Leo's liking. The mafia boss, notorious for handling high-stakes deals and executing ruthless plans with ease, sat on his bed in the dimly lit bedroom.

His laptop was the only thing that seemed alive in the otherwise calm room, the cold light casting a ghostly glow over his features. The sounds of the night filtered in from the outside, but inside the room, it was all Leo, his computer, and the sound of [Y/n]'s soft, rhythmic breathing from across the bed.

[Y/n], his wife, was fast asleep– too fast, if you asked him. How she could sleep so soundly at this hour, in her condition, was beyond him.

But there she was, curled up on her side, her long, dark hair spilling across the pillow, her rounded belly peeking out from beneath the covers. The weight of the child she was carrying had become more evident in recent months but she never complained.

It was one of the things he admired most about her– [Y/n] was tough as nails when it came to holding her own. But Leo ? He was staring down at the laptop, pretending to finish up some last-minute work for the night but his mind was elsewhere.

It was all part of the mafia life. Work never stopped. The mafia boss was always busy, always occupied. But tonight, it wasn't business he was thinking about. It was the baby. Their baby.

He clicked open the report that had just come in from [Y/n]'s doctor. Standard check-up stuff. The usual heartbeats, the ultrasounds, the reminders that they were only a few months away from being parents. But then... he saw it.

The weight.

He furrowed his brow as his eyes scanned the figures, his focus narrowing. The baby had gained another few grams. He did some mental calculations, his brow knitting together in concentration.

His mind was not usually given to such trivial things, but now, he was thinking about this baby like it was some kind of business deal.

Was that normal ? How much was the baby supposed to weigh ? Was it too much ? Too little ? Was he going to be a father to a giant ? A big one ? Would they need a bigger crib ? More diapers ?

"Dammit", he muttered to himself, rubbing a hand through his short, dark hair. This was what he got for trying to do mafia work while also thinking about babies.

He didn't know the first thing about it. All the other mafia bosses he'd met were too busy looking at their next victim to worry about weight reports, and now here he was, freaking out over an ultrasound reading.

He glanced over at [Y/n]. There she was, completely oblivious to the crisis unfolding in his head. She was blissfully asleep, her soft breaths rising and falling, her hand resting protectively on her stomach like she was guarding a secret treasure.

Leo felt a lump form in his throat as he watched her. The pregnancy had been hard on her. There were days when she'd curl up on the couch and mutter about how tired she was, how her back hurt, how her feet ached.

But she never complained to him about it, and even now, while he sat there contemplating the weight of the baby, she was wrapped up in peaceful slumber.

He leaned back against the headboard and stared at her, completely forgetting about the report on his laptop. He didn't need a report to know what she was going through.

He'd seen it all– the nausea, the constant exhaustion, the growing belly that she never let him help her with. He thought about how many times she'd smile at him, telling him she was fine, and yet he knew it wasn't true. Nothing about this pregnancy had been easy for her.

Leo blinked hard and wiped his face. Wait. Was he crying ?

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He, Leo, the goddamn mafia boss who'd taken down enemies with a single glance, was now tearing up over a pregnancy report. Not even a bloody one. It was just a weight report. A baby's weight.

"Shit", he muttered under his breath, wiping his eyes quickly. He wasn't going to let it get to him. He was tough, damn it. He had to be. He'd killed men in cold blood. He'd been through hell and back.

But here he was, tearing up because his wife had gained a few pounds during pregnancy.

"Leo, are you... crying ?" [Y/n]'s sleepy voice broke through the silence.

He froze, eyes wide. "No", he quickly said, blinking rapidly and swiping at his eyes like he was swatting away a fly. "I'm not crying. Why would I cry ? I'm... I'm just doing... mafia stuff."

She slowly opened her eyes, squinting at him in the dim light. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking thoroughly confused. "Mafia stuff ? At this hour ? With tears in your eyes ?"

He stared at her. Shit. She was too smart for her own good. "I'm not crying. I— okay, fine, I might've cried a little bit. But that's not the point ! I'm just— just... looking at this baby weight report, and it hit me. You've been carrying around this... this little person, and I— I don't know, I just... feel things now, alright ?"

She blinked, staring at him for a long moment. Then, slowly, her lips twitched into a smile, and before he knew it, she was laughing softly. "Oh, Leo... you're something else. A Mafia boss crying over baby weight reports now ?"

He felt his face flush with embarrassment but before he could respond, [Y/n] reached over and patted his hand, the softness of her touch making his chest tighten again. "It's okay, honey. I'm fine. The baby's fine. You don't have to be the tough guy all the time."

He stared at her, trying to keep his composure. But as her fingers gently squeezed his hand, his defenses crumbled again. "I don't know how you're doing it, [Y/n]. I just... I'm not cut out for this whole 'father' thing. What if I mess it up ? What if the baby's too big ? What if—"

(Nah, man overthink more than me 💀)

"Leo", she interrupted, still smiling. "You're gonna be a great dad. You're already emotional about it, which is more than most people. You're not going to mess it up. I'll be there with you, just like I always am."

He gave a dry chuckle, wiping his eyes again. "I guess I just never thought I'd care this much. I've got bigger things to worry about than whether the baby weighs more than a small house."

She rolled her eyes, still grinning. "You're ridiculous. I think you've forgotten how to be a tough guy. At least you're not trying to kill someone over baby weight."

He chuckled, wiping the last of the tears from his face. "I'm glad we're both on the same page here. No hitman orders over weight gain."

With that, he lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a weight he'd never expected settle on him– a weight of responsibility, of love, and yes, maybe just a little bit of crying over baby weight reports.

[Y/n] snuggled against him, her belly pressing gently against his side. He looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face, realizing he had a lot of learning to do. But for the first time in his life, he didn't mind. Not one bit.

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(A/n) : girls... I'm back in school 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. Vacation are finished, and I'm back to suffering. Writing this in history class first thing in the morning. Whatever.

See ya ! 💋