I Ran Away Carrying the Mafia King’s Child Chapter 09

I Ran Away Carrying the Mafia King’s Child Chapter 09

It snowed heavily in Velmora the day I went into labor.

Massimo was even more nervous than I was.

He paced back and forth outside the delivery room, wearing a hole into the floor with his restless

steps.

He even grabbed the midwife anxiously. “If it comes down to choosing mother or child, save the mother! Do you hear me? Always save the mother!”

The midwife looked utterly speechless. “Don Romano, modern medicine is very advanced. That scenario almost never happens anymore…”

When the clear, loud cry of a newborn rang out, Massimo’s legs gave out, and he nearly collapsed to

his knees.

It was a healthy baby boy, seven pounds two ounces.

The nurse carried the baby out for him to see.

He carefully took the wrinkled little bundle into his arms, frowned slightly, and muttered, “Why is

he so ugly?”

Even so, he leaned down and pressed an extremely tender kiss to the baby’s chubby red cheek.

In that moment, I saw the softest light hidden deep inside this arrogant, untamable man.

On our son’s one-month-old celebration day, Massimo proposed to me.

No grand fanfare, no media coverage.

Just inside the nursery, right in front of our sleeping baby boy.

He knelt down on one knee and pulled out the iris-shaped earring he’d kept all this time.

“Riley, marry me.”

He took my hand, his gaze burning warm and sincere.

“I’m sorry for making you suffer so much.”

“Thank you for bringing our son into my life.”

“From now on, let me protect both of you forever.”

I stared at him, eyes brimming with tears, and nodded slowly.

He smiled like a child who’d gotten his favorite candy, slipping the earring gently back into my ear cartilage himself.

Then he pulled out a dazzling diamond ring and slid it onto my ring finger.

“The ring’s the interest. The earring’s the principal.”

He declared in his usual domineering tone.

“You-you and our son both-are mine, completely.”

Married life was chaotic, messy, yet endlessly sweet.

Massimo was a textbook jealous husband.

Later on, Nico visited Velmora and dropped by to see me and the baby.

This time Massimo actually invited him into the villa, yet he stayed glued beside us the entire time

with a thunderous scowl, acting like a stern bodyguard.

“Have some tea, Nico.”

He handed him a cup of Tè Freddo with a fake smile.

“I’ve heard you’re a skilled doctor. I wonder if you can cure old war injuries that never heal?”

He glanced pointedly at Nico’s lame leg.

I couldn’t help kicking him lightly under the table.

After Nico left, Massimo immediately started picking a fight.

“You’re still defending him?”

He cornered me against the wall, his eyes dark and dangerous.

“Riley, have you forgotten who your husband is?”

” ‘Nico only came to visit the baby,” I tried to explain.

“Visit the baby?” Massimo let out a cold snort.

“I think his eyes are set on something else entirely.”

“Do you find his lame leg more charming than my long legs?”

I couldn’t help laughing and shaking my head. “Massimo, you’re talking nonsense.”

He suddenly swept me up into his arms and headed straight for the bedroom.

“I think I need to remind you exactly whose legs are more attractive.”

“Massimo! The baby’s still crying!”

“The nanny will soothe him.”

“But-”

“No buts.”

The bedroom door closed heavily behind us.

Snowflakes still drifted down outside the window, while inside, spring had already bloomed

endlessly.