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With a weary sigh, I mustered the strength to voice my decision.
"Dante, I appreciate your concern and the offer, but I can't give up my job," I stated, my voice tinged with resignation.
"I've worked hard to establish myself as a nurse, and I find fulfillment in helping others. Besides, in matters related to the mafia, having a doctor on hand would be more beneficial than a nurse."
Dante's expression faltered, a mix of disappointment and understanding crossing his features.
He reached out and gently took hold of my hand, his touch warm and comforting.
"I understand, Angela," he replied softly.
"I never intended to ask you to give up something that brings you joy and fulfillment. Your career is important, and I will respect your decision."
I nodded, grateful for his understanding.
I could tell he wasn’t happy with what I had said, but he was willing to respect my choices.
We shared a moment of silence as we struggled with the situation.
The compromises we were making were not easy, but they were necessary to find a balance between our love, our family, and our aspirations.
Dante's gaze met mine, filled with a mix of love and determination.
"We'll find a way to make it work," he assured me, his voice filled with sincerity.
"We'll ensure our son's safety while allowing you to continue your career. Together, we'll get through this.”
A surge of gratitude washed over me as Dante reaffirmed his commitment to our well-being.
It wasn't the outcome I had initially hoped for, but it was a compromise we could both live with.
We would face the trials ahead as a united front, finding strength in our love and determination to protect what mattered most.
“What do you say?” Dante asked me.
“Will you move in with me with our son?”
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, the weight of the decision resting upon my shoulders.
The love I held for Dante and our son battled with the fears and uncertainties that came with being part of the mafia world.
But at that moment, as I looked into Dante's eyes, I saw a man who was willing to fight for us, to keep us safe.
A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, and I nodded slowly.
"Yes, Dante," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of determination and hope.
"I’ll move in with you with our son.”
Dante's face brightened, a mixture of relief and joy sweeping over his features.
He pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if he never wanted to let go.
"Thank you, Angela," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.
"You've made me the happiest man alive."
As we stood there, embracing each other, I finally felt a sense of peace settle within me.
