"I need you to take care of that merchandise as soon as possible," I say, looking at the papers on the table. "I don't want my stuff wandering around, I need it here before tomorrow."

The door opens abruptly and one of my men enters the meeting room, walking quickly towards me with his mobile phone in his hand. Seeing how nervous he is and how quickly he is trying to get to me, I already know exactly what is going on, and my suspicions are correct when he hands me the mobile and I read the message.

We've been together for four years, married for one. God only knows how difficult it was for me to get you to give me a chance, since I'm one of the biggest Mafia bosses in London. Although it was quite easy to win you over, I have to say, I sent you flowers, jewelry, whispered some things in your ear, you know the usual. Until I finally gained your trust and here we are four years later. You are the most important thing in my life without a doubt, especially now that you are going to bring our little one into the world.

You got pregnant a few months after we got married and the truth is that the news couldn't have made us happier, since we've been fantasizing about being parents since we started dating. And I know that sometimes you don't feel completely confident with what my job entails, but I swear that I will never let anything happen to you or our babygirl.

But the real thing here is that it seems that our little girl was really looking forward to meeting us and has decided to arrive two weeks before the initial due date. Our plan was that I would work this week, finish some paperwork, things I had pending, meetings and so on, and next week I would be completely at your disposal for whatever might happen. But here I am in a meeting that I don't care about right now, missing the first hours of my daughter's birth.

"Gentlemen, I'm so sorry, but I'm going to be a father," I say, getting up as quickly as I can and leaving without giving anyone time to say anything.