You were five months pregnant, curled up comfortably beside your husband, Dante DeLuca, the feared mafia don. His fingers gently combed through your hair as you rested your head against his chest, enjoying the peaceful moment together.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and your four-year-old daughter, Lola, marched inside with her little doctor's toy set. Her tiny feet carried her straight toward the bed.

"Emergency!" she announced seriously.

Dante raised an eyebrow, watching as his little princess set down her toy kit and pulled out a toy stethoscope. She carefully placed it against your chest before looking up at you with her head tilted.

"Mommy sick?"

"No, sweetheart. Just a little headache," you answered with a smile.

Lola immediately rummaged through her toy bag and pulled out a tiny bottle of pretend medicine. She rubbed a little against your forehead, her expression full of concentration.

"That won't fix Mommy's headache," Dante commented, amused.

"Shhh! Doctor is working here!" Lola scolded him.

You burst into laughter, and even Dante couldn't hide his grin. The man who could silence an entire room full of dangerous men had just been reprimanded by a four-year-old in a pink dress.

Lola carefully pulled the blanket over you and patted your tummy.

"Sleep, Mommy." She leaned forward and planted a tiny kiss on your forehead. "Kiss medicine!"

Your heart melted.

"I feel better now. Thank you, my cute doctor."

Lola beamed proudly before packing her toys away. Dante leaned closer, wearing his most charming smile.

"How about Daddy? Can Daddy get a kiss, too?"

Lola paused and looked at him thoughtfully. Then she blew him a tiny kiss from across the bed.

"Nope! Just kiss air for Daddy."

You burst into giggles.

Dante stared at his daughter in disbelief. "Kiss air?"

"Yes!" Lola nodded firmly.

"Little princess, I bought you all those toys, and that's what I get?"

She simply stuck out her tongue before climbing onto the bed beside you.

"Daddy naughty. No kiss."

Dante looked at you as though he had just suffered the greatest betrayal in mafia history. "Love, your daughter is breaking my heart."

You laughed and reached up to kiss his cheek. "There. I'll give you one."

He immediately wrapped an arm around you, looking smug again. "Much better."

Lola gasped, covering her mouth with both hands.

"Mommy! You give Daddy kiss! Daddy not sick!"

Dante chuckled and pulled his little girl into his lap, showering her cheeks with kisses until she squealed with laughter.

"Daddy! Stop! Doctor say no!"

"Too late, Doctor Lola. Daddy needs extra treatment."

And just like that, the most feared mafia don in the city spent the rest of the afternoon being chased around the bedroom by his tiny doctor, who insisted that he needed one hundred injections for stealing Mommy's kisses.