“I don’t know… I wanted it to be like she’s in her own little world.”
There are also some 3D butterflies hanging from the ceiling. In one corner, next to the crib, there’s a small table with a stack of books on it, a cubby filled with toys, and even some teddy bears inside her crib.
“Those glow in the dark,” he tells me, pointing to the butterflies.
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope. I thought she might like that.”
“I hate to break it to you, but all she’ll care about when she gets home is eating and pooping,” I laugh.
“Well, she’ll look at the pretty lights whenever she’s awake in case we don’t get to her right away, you know? Like, what if I’m busy fucking your pretty cunt and she decides to wake up? Like, obviously, we have to finish before we get her,” he tells me with all the seriousness in the world.
“Oh my God! Shut up.” I can’t help but laugh at his ridiculousness.
My eyes scan the room once more, taking it all in again. “You made her a room fit for a princess.”
“Well, technically, she is royalty… Mafia royalty and of course, she’s our little princess. But I didn’t just want the room to be fit for a princess, I wanted to create a place where she’ll feel safe.”
“I thought we were eventually going to move?” I question.
“We will. And she’ll get another princess room. Matter of fact, she can have as many princess rooms as she wants,” he tells me and I let out a groan.
“Easy there, cowboy. We are not going to spoil her.”
“Oh yes, we will. Besides, her grandparents already plan to do the same. They’ve already turned one of the rooms into a nursery over there.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Have you seen it yet?”
“No. I figured we’ll see it together whenever we get around to going over.”
“Your parents are nuts.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Your mom already told me she can’t wait for the nights when the baby gets to stay over,” I tell him.
“What? Who said anything about staying over? She’s not staying anywhere without us!” he grumbles. “I swear those two must have come up with the idea just to annoy me.”
“We’ll talk about it again when you’re sleep-deprived and see how you feel then,” I joke, though I’m secretly glad he doesn’t want her away from us. Truth be told, I’m not so sure I’d be able to let her out of my sight either.
“Do you really love her room?” he asks, voice soft, a little vulnerable.
“I do. It’s perfect for her, and I’m sure she’s going to love it too.”
CHAPTER 32
ENZO
It’s been a week since I finally finished the nursery and showed it to my wife. I was so excited because I wanted to do it myself. I needed to create something special for my little girl.
I was also nervous to show it to her because I wanted her to love it. By the time I finished the nursery, I was pretty impressed with myself and fell in love with it. Though if my wife didn’t like it, I would have happily changed it for her.Thankfully, she loves it!
I lie here watching her sleep since I’m the first one up this morning.She’s so damn cute when she snores. My hand is resting on her belly like it usually is whenever I’m near her, since I can’t resist touching and rubbing it.
