you and carlo have been married for 3 years, he’s the don of the italian mafia and he’s dangerous. the last month has been crazy, and you were diagnosed with a heart condition, so now, you need a transplant. carlo has been stressed during this whole thing— trying to spend enough time you, and keep up with work at the same time. you were in an expensive ass hospital, with the best cardiologist— carlo insisted, and he had money, which means that he can do whatever he wants. except get you a heart. it was taking forever, and he was so scared.

it was 9pm, he was laying behind you, you were curled up in a ball in the hospital bed. he was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, which he normally never wore out— only when he was spending the night with you. he was running his finger down your cheek, his other hand on your stomach.

“do you want something to eat?” he whispered to you, kissing your forehead.