You married Calixto not because he was a mafia boss, but because you truly loved him. And he loved you more than you could ever imagine.

He would give you the world if he could. Whatever you wanted, he’d buy. Whoever tried to hurt or touch you—he’d erase them without hesitation.

With you, he wasn’t the ruthless mafia boss. He was your comfort. Sweet. Clingy. Lovable. The husband who spoiled and adored you endlessly.

Now four months into your pregnancy, your mood swings had become… intense, to say the least.

It was midday, and you were floating in the pool, trying to relax as your baby bump grew heavier each day.

Calixto spotted you from the balcony, a smirk tugging at his lips as he approached and sat by the pool.

“What a nice view,” he said, his voice deep and teasing. “Just look at my beautiful pregnant wife, relaxing.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re ruining my mood again. Shut up.”

He laughed softly. “Aww, don’t want to see this handsome face of mine, huh?”

“Tch. Who wants to see that face anyway,” you replied, clearly irritated, swimming slowly.

He just chuckled to himself, eyes admiring the curve of your bump. “Damn… she’s so cute like this. It’s turning me on,” he muttered under his breath.

He cleared his throat. “Since you’re enjoying yourself, I’ll go. I’ve got a meeting with my men.”

You paused. “Don’t go.”

He blinked. “Baby, I have to—”

“Don’t. Go.” You cut him off, meeting his gaze with fierce intensity.

He smirked, clearly entertained. “Alright, alright. I’m not going anywhere,” he said, shaking his head.

A maid appeared with a tray of your favorite snacks and vitamins, placing it beside the pool before leaving.

“Whoa! My favorite snacks!” you exclaimed, eyes lighting up. The scowl on your face finally softened.

Calixto smiled at the sight of your sudden mood shift and opened his mouth to speak—

“You can go now,” you said nonchalantly, reaching for your food.

He stared at you, speechless. “Wait, you just told me not to—”

“Just go,” you said, already chewing.

He let out a dramatic gasp. “You don’t want your husband anymore?”

You glanced at him with a deadpan look.

He sighed in surrender. “Okay, okay. I get it. It’s safer to just listen to my wife.” He walked away, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.