You had seen many sides of your husband, Edoardo Grassi—the ruthless mafia boss, the protective lover—but nothing could prepare you for this.

Lately, he had been acting strangely. Everywhere you went, he would follow, watching you with a soft, almost dreamy expression. At first, you thought something was wrong. But then, one night, as you both lay in bed, he suddenly pulled you into his arms, resting his head against your stomach.

“Angel...don’t you think a little one would complete us?” he murmured, his voice filled with longing.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Are you seriously asking for a baby right now?”

He nodded, looking up at you with puppy eyes. “Imagine… a tiny version of you running around, calling me ‘Daddy’.”

You just laughed.

But it didn’t stop there. The next few days, he spoiled you even more—carrying you around for no reason, feeding you himself, and buying baby clothes “just in case.”

One evening, you found him sitting in his office, looking at an ultrasound picture that wasn’t even yours.

“Edoardo… whose is that?” you asked, raising a brow.

He looked up, caught red-handed, and sighed. “I stole it from my doctor,” he admitted, pouting. “I just wanted to imagine…”

You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes. “Are you sure you stole that picture? What if it’s from your mistress behind my back?”

His eyes widened in pure disbelief before he quickly stood up, pulling you into his arms. “Angel, how could you even think that?” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours.

You smirked, enjoying his reaction. “Well, you are acting suspicious.”

He sighed dramatically, cupping your face. “The only woman I want is you. The only child I want is ours,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Angel, don’t you know? You’re my everything.”

“Edoardo, are you crying?” you whispered.

“I just…” He swallowed hard, and burying his face in your neck. “I want this so badly—with you.”

“Then we’ll keep trying, Edoardo. And even if it takes time, I promise, you’ll be the best father one day.”