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Without a moment's hesitation, I knew it was Emilio. Relief flooded through me, dispelling the anxious cloud that had settled in my chest.
Rushing outside, I saw Emilio stepping out of the car, his arms open wide. I practically leaped into his embrace, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence enveloping me.
"Be careful," he murmured, his voice laced with affection.
"I missed you," I admitted, my voice muffled against his chest.
The warmth of his chuckle reverberated through me as he assured me that he was fine.
As we reluctantly parted, I remembered my mother standing in the doorway, her gaze wary yet curious. I debated internally whether I should introduce Emilio to her or not, but before I could make that decision, Emilio strode over to her.
I was about to witness a monumental exchange between the two most important people in my life. I rubbed my hand tenderly over my growing belly, grateful that soon there would be three precious people in my life.
"Mom, this is Emilio," I said with slight nervousness.
Emilio extended his hand, his demeanor polite and composed.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am," he said, his tone warm and respectful.
My mother glanced at his outstretched hand before tentatively reaching out to shake it.
"Likewise," she replied, her tone guarded yet courteous.
I observed the subtle tension between them, each sizing the other up in a silent exchange. My mother nodded slowly.
"Griselda has told me a little about your family," she said it as if it were a challenge. "I have to be honest, I don't approve of the circumstances surrounding your occupation."
Emilio's gaze remained steady, his resolve unwavering as he met my mother's gaze with a sense of understanding.
"I understand your concerns," he replied, his voice calm yet resolute. "But I love Griselda, and I won't leave her. Our child deserves to have both of us in its life, and I'll do everything in my power to make that happen."
My mother's expression softened slightly, a hint of empathy mingling with her lingering apprehension.
"I just want what's best for Griselda and the baby," she murmured, her words laced with maternal concern.
Emilio nodded, his demeanor conveying a sense of earnestness.
"I understand.Mi assicurerò di dimostrare che posso fornirglielo.(I'll make sure to prove that I can provide that for them)," he assured her with confidence.)
The exchange between them carried an air of mutual respect and guarded understanding, each acknowledging the complexities of the situation while striving to find a common ground. When my mother and Emilio concluded their conversation, I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness.
I smiled, a sense of relief flooding through me.
“See! I told you that he's not what you expected," I explained, my words tinged with a mixture of defense and pride.
My mother regarded us both with a sense of understanding, her eyes reflecting a blend of caution and acceptance.
"I can see that. Just promise me you'll take care of my daughter,” she implored, her words tinged with a mother's instinctive worry.
"I will," Emilio assured her, his voice unwavering in its commitment. "I promise."
We stepped into the penthouse, and a deep sense of belonging filled me. I had really missed being here with Emilio. I turned to look at him with a warm smile, catching his gaze.
"How did it go?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.
Emilio closed the distance between us with purposeful strides, his smile growing with each step. In a sudden motion, he pulled me into his lap as we settled onto the couch, his eyes gleaming with happiness.
"It's done. I'm out of the mafia now." He looked so relaxed and truly happy.
