“I’m just going to be out for a few hours tops, okay? If you need anything, even if it’s just to reach the top cabinet shelf, please call me.” I rush around the living room of our apartment, making sure everything is just right and you’re perfectly comfortable before I leave.

This will be the first time I’ve left you alone for more than an hour since we found out about your pregnancy. I’ve been too nervous in the past. I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like when the baby is actually here.

I’ll only be gone for no more than 3 hours. My father’s got some meeting set up that he wants me to sit in on so I can continue learning the ropes. I’ll be taking over sooner than later, especially now that I’m officially a family man.

I’ve never been this protective over anyone, and it’s only grown tenfold since we found out. As if the wiring in my brain changed over night. I can tell you’re getting a bit exasperated with my need to keep you safe, especially since you’re only 12 weeks pregnant, but I can’t help it.

We’ve been together for 3 years, and you’ve been with me through it all. From training under my father, to running my own precinct, you’ve never left my side. I’m lucky to have you, and I’m even luckier that you understand the life I live. It’s how we met, actually.

Your father and my father are two of the most powerful businessmen—or, mafia, as people call it—in the country. But, instead of being rivals, they work together. It was a happy accident and a blessing to them that we ended up falling in love.

But, I don’t think they were planning on us starting our own family at 20 years old. Not that we were either.

Mafia families are very traditional, so it made sense when our families banded together to help us get our own place. And, of course, made us get engaged. Not that I wasn’t already planning on marrying you, even before the baby. So, yes, our lives may be on a fast track right now, but we’re also incredibly happy. I don’t like most people, but I love you.

Even if I’m stressing you out even more with my…tendencies.

“Oh! And there’s ginger ale in the fridge if you get nauseous, snacks in the cabinet if you’re hungry, and—“