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However, my uncle and nannies can take the credit for any real parenting my brother and I received growing up.
"You're being sacrilegious."
"And you are avoiding the point."
"Yes, I have always been aware that you and Patrizio expected me to carry more than one child."
"So?"
"I have an appointment to have the IUD removed next month when Neri and I go to visit my mother."
"Why did you go on birth control?" And why not tell me about it?
She looks at me like she can't believe I asked that. "Do you even remember how hard my pregnancy with Neri was on my body?"
I remember how sexually hungry she was.
After the first few months of debilitating morning sickness. That had been rough on her, but I hadn't been around much because we'd been dealing with a bratva infestation in Reno.
I'm a hell of an exterminator. The Mancini family controls organized crime in Nevada, not just Vegas.
Giulia had told my father that either someone else had to plan the money-laundering charity events during her pregnancy or they had to be cancelled. She'd also taken a lot of naps her last trimester.
"You didn't have your usual energy. I thought that was normal."
"Based on?"
I shrug. I am an expert on running our mafia. I am not an expert on pregnancy. "If it wasn't, why didn't you tell me?"
"My being unable to work for almost my entire pregnancy didn't clue you in?"
"Viola doesn't work at all."
My aunt had run the charity events before Giulia took over, and she still helps bring in big name celebrities.
"I am not your mother."
"No." That became even more obvious after our son's birth.
While still running the galas with the precision of a general, my wife is nurturing and present in Neri's life.
"My OB said I should wait at least a year before getting pregnant again after Neri's birth," Giulia says, like she has to force every word out.
"She said nothing to me."
"Wow, shocking," my wife mocks. "Only you are not her patient."
I grit my teeth at her sarcasm, but right now I need information and the only way to get it is patience. I know my wife that well at least. Though clearly there are things about her that I am in the dark about.
"You didn't say anything either."
"We don't talk about stuff like that."
"Things like your health?" Okay, so my own sarcasm slips past my grip on my patience.
She crosses her arms, lifting her gorgeous breasts into prominence. "Yes, things like my health."
"I asked how you were doing every day when you were pregnant." She'd been carrying my child. "And you told me you were fine."
