February
“I can’t believe you’re gonna be a dad in three weeks,” Marco mutters and I scowl at him.
We’re at Marco’s tonight. Ever since everything went down with Lia and Jeremy last year and Izzy found out about Robyn’s previous weekly girls’ nights, she took it upon herself to continue the tradition. At first, I think she was just trying to be nice to Robyn after everything she went through, but now the two of them are like the best of fucking friends.
Don’t get me wrong, I love that Robyn has that. I do. But what I don’t like? It’s that girls have a tendency to tell each other shit, so when I do something that pisses off Robyn? Well of course my sister-in-law has her back, which would be great if the girl wasn’t a raving fucking lunatic.
She once ambushed me at the warehouse and threatened me with a knife for buying the wrong brand of chips Robyn had asked for. Trust me, the ambush wasn’t necessary. My sweet, loving wife has turned into a neurotic mess with all these pregnancy hormones and I will never make that mistake again, but I digress.
“Jesus, I can’t believe we’re going to be uncles. Who’d have thought our insane baby bro would be the first to have kid?” Luca chimes in and I roll my eyes at the both of them.
Truthfully, I wholeheartedly agree with them. I never imagined my life turning out the way it has, I never imagined settling down or having kids, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Robyn bulldozed her way into my life, flipping it upside down, upending it, smashing it to pieces before rearranging it with her at the center, all without even knowing what she was doing.
“I still can’t believe you’re both married, never thought I’d see the fucking day,” Marco snorts and Luca and I huff in unison before sharing a look. A look that says we need to direct this conversation onto him.
We both face Marco. “So… are you ever going to tell us the whole story about what happened with—” I’m interrupted by my phone ringing in my pocket, and I pull it out with a frown on my face when I see it’s Izzy calling me.
I swear to fuck, if she’s calling me to berate me for something, I’m going to lose my shit.
“Hey,” I mutter as I answer the call.
“You need to meet us at the hospital,” Izzy pants and my pulse skyrockets as the words register in my brain.
Hospital.
“Why? What’s wrong? Which hospital?” I ask as I jump to my feet run towards the elevator, Luca and Marco hot on my heels.
“Presbyterian. Your wife’s water broke. You’re gonna be a daddy, little bro.”
Oh shit, don’t fucking pass out.
“Put Robyn on,” I bark as I step into the elevator. I watch the numbers on the elevator slowly decline and I hear Marco murmuring into his phone beside me.
I hear a rustle over the line before my wife’s sweet voice filters through and settles the panic inside me.
“Enzo?” Her voice breaks and I inwardly curse myself for allowing her and Izzy to talk me into leaving tonight.
“Angel,” I rasp. “You okay?”
I hear her inhale sharply before letting out a stuttering breath. “I’m okay. I’m having contractions but they’re not that bad, I’m just scared and really freaking need you right now. Izzy has one of the guards driving us to the hospital, are you on your way?”
“Yeah, angel, I’m on my way. I’ll be there not long after you, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers and my heart cracks. One thing I didn’t take into consideration at the beginning of this pregnancy was the prospect of having to watch my girl be in pain. I’m barely holding on now, how the fuck am I gonna be when she’s pushing?
Jesus Christ I’m gonna end up losing my shit.
“Love you, uccellina,” I say as I make my way through the lobby with my brothers at my side, and I watch as Marco nods towards a waiting car. He must have called ahead and had someone waiting for us.
“I love you too,” she says before hanging up and I rush towards the car.
“She okay?” Luca asks once we’re all seated inside the car and one of our men puts his foot down on the gas, clearly aware that we’re in a rush and he’s not to fuck around.
I nod my head wordlessly as I watch the city pass by us. I clasp and unclasp my hands as my leg bounces up and down. I need to get to her, I need to see her with my own eyes, I need to fucking hold her and help her get through this.
I just need her.
We pull up outside the hospital and I don’t even let the car come to a stop before I’m jumping out and rushing into the building where I find Izzy pacing the waiting room.
“Where the fuck is she?” I bark.
“I’ll show you. I stepped out while they were examining her,” she says, and I follow her down the hall and to a room. Izzy stays outside while I enter the room, to find a goddamn middle-aged man’s head between my wife’s legs.
“What the fuck is happening?” I shout and pull the gun from my waistband, aiming it towards the doc, though it’s not like I’ll shoot him right now. He’s far too close to Robyn for me to pull the trigger, and that’d be a sure-fire way to end myself behind bars for the rest of my life.
“Enzo! Put the freaking gun away.” That angelic voice wraps around me, and I focus my attention on my girl.
Yeah, this probably ain’t what she needs right now.
“Sorry angel,” I mutter and throw her an apologetic look before turning back towards the doctor. “Get us a female doctor,” I order, and he cowers under my stare before fleeing from the room.
I’m not worried about him, I know my family are right outside the room and will have everything squared away, and they certainly won’t be surprised by my outburst.
Once alone, I turn to my wife and run my thumb across her cheek before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.
“How’re you feeling, uccellina?”
“Better now you’re here,” she murmurs.
“I’m not going anywhere, angel.”
Eight.
That’s how many hours Robyn has been in labor.
Six.
That’s how many members of staff I’ve threatened since we arrived.
Three.
That’s how many times I’ve cried in the last eight hours. The first was when I saw how much pain Robyn was in and I couldn’t do a single thing to stop it. The second was a couple of hours later when she begged me to do something, anything, to make it stop. And the third is right now, as I hold onto my wife’s hand as she sobs in relief against my shoulder as we hear our baby cry for the first ever time.
Christ, she’s amazing. And after today? I have a newfound awe at the woman who is my wife. She’s so fierce, so strong, and so fucking terrifying.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Romano. It’s a girl,” the doctor says while giving me a wary look. I think she’s still terrified from earlier when I threatened to kill everyone she’s ever met if she didn’t give Robyn something for the pain.
It’s a girl.
Throughout the entire pregnancy, I’ve told Robyn I don’t care what the gender of the baby is as long as they’re both okay. That was a lie.
Complete lie.
The thought of having a girl fucking terrified me. What if she grows up to look just like her mother? I’m never gonna see my wife because I’ll be out killing any and every teenage boy that thinks he can even look in my baby girl’s direction.
I’m so fucked.
“You did it angel,” I rasp and press a kiss to her lips.
Honestly, my girl looks wrecked. Her hair is drenched in sweat, she has black bags under her eyes which are puffy from all the crying and her lips are dry as hell.
Yet she’s never looked more beautiful.
Once our little one is checked over and wrapped up in a blanket, I climb onto the bed next to Robyn and the doctor hands the baby to her. I lay on the bed, a hand resting on both my girls as I stare down at our daughter, eternally grateful to Jax for dragging me to a random club one night to check out his competition.
They’re my life. My everything.
I’d kill for them.
I’d die for them.
I’d set the fucking world on fire to ensure their safety.
People call me psychotic, insane, crazy. I’ve never really agreed with them. Sure, I may be a little… different, but I’ll happily become the craziest, most insane psychopath the world ever seen to ensure my girls are looked after.
What can I say? I’m a man in love.
Nothing and no one else matters but these two angels. I may be full of darkness, but they’re my guiding light.
They’re my reason for everything I do.
They’re my reason for living.
“You still good with her name?” Robyn whispers as our baby girl sleeps in her arms.
We’ve had names picked out for months, depending on whether we had a girl or boy.
“Yeah, angel. Little Lilliana Romano is gonna be breaking hearts all over this city when she’s older.”
The End.
