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“Thanks, Jake.” I smile at the kid.
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After agreeing with Cam that we both felt a cesarean was the best option for both her and the baby, I’m currently sitting here in scrubs with a hat on my head.
As part of the Mafia world, it’s not often we see the inside of a hospital. We have our own docs and operating rooms in practically all our states. But babies are one of the only things we leave to the mainstream hospitals.
The sterile smell that tickles my senses is oddly familiar and calming.
They wheel Cam in on the gurney.
She looks so focused that she doesn’t notice me straightaway, but when she does, she sends me a shy little smile. So unlike her, but I can tell she’s nervous. As they wheel her next to me, I lean over and press a kiss to her forehead.
Watching Sergio kiss her gently earlier has my blood on fire. She’s mine. I didn’t want his fucking lips on her. After Cam and our son are safely home, we’ll be having fucking words. Fortunately for him, I know he doesn’t harbor feelings for her. I know he has a woman, not one in our world either. It was one of the main reasons I think he jumped at the chance to come and work under me. Our world will tolerate a mistress or a whore, but nothing committed. So, the fact that I know he wed his woman in Vegas four years ago means I know how important she is to him if he’s willing to die for her, as death would be certain if Dante had found out.
Sergio’s father is dead, so he’s responsible for his sister and mother. If a man is without a father, it falls to his underboss to match him. I don’t give a fuck if his woman isn’t Italian. It makes his friendship with Cam more bearable. She’s never mentioned his woman to me, but I know that when she lunches with Sergio, he often takes his wife with them.
Dr. Won comes into the room once all the drapes are set up. He leans round, and I can just make out his smile by the way his eyes crinkle.
“Let’s meet your baby, shall we?” He nods towards his assistant, who hands him a scalpel.
I expect the surgery to take ages, but not five minutes after starting, a small wailing sound pierces the hush in the room. I’ve currently got my left arm around Cam’s head as I stroke her temple. My right hand is holding hers as I pepper it with kisses. She sobs as she looks up toward me, and I press a kiss to her forehead.
“Dad, did you want to cut the cord?” Dr. Won peeps around the drape.
Unable to form a sentence right now as my throat feels like it’s been pulled through my mouth, I simply nod.
As I’m handed the scissors, I lean around the curtain, and I’m presented with my son. Covered in blood and now squawking. Being held up like Simba, he’s most unhappy about being pulled from his mother.
The nurse points to where she wants me to cut.
After taking a seat back next to Cam, I notice tears are freely falling over her lashes.
“He’s perfect, well done,bella.” I kiss her cheeks as I taste her salty tears on my lips.
“Would you like to hold your son, sir? Or I can put him in the crib.” The meek nurse stands before me and Cam, holding what looks like a bundle of blankets.
I put my arms out, and the nurse places him in my arms.
He’s quietened down for the moment, but his big brown eyes are trained on me in a piercing stare. I tilt him so Cam can get a look. She pops her fingers to his little cheek.
“Hello,ometto,so you’re the little one who’s been kicking your mamma,” she coos at him.
As soon as she speaks, his little head turns so he’s able to look for her. His tiny little lips part as he yawns.
“He’s perfect,angelo.” I lean over and place a kiss to her lips.
After thirty minutes of what I guess is them sewing Cam up, Dr. Won announced he was done.
Cam is transferred to her bed and then wheeled back to her room. I placed our son in his crib which he was not happy about. He screamed the whole journey back to the room.
“If you’re feeling up to it, he’s probably very hungry,” the nurse recommends before she leaves the room.
Cam starts to wiggle in the bed, but her legs don’t budge.
“Urgh, how am I supposed to sit up and feed him if I can’t move my legs?” She huffs.
I leave the little squawker and move toward Cam, placing my hand behind her shoulders and moving one under the sheets to her knees. I effortlessly lift her up the bed.
