The pregnancy was unexpected, definitely but, it didn’t mean Formaggio wasn’t happy. He was ecstatic; even if he didn’t show it. Formaggio was ready to move onto the next chapter of his life, ditching this mafioso life and become a daddy. That word felt like drugs on his tongue.

His hand rubs your belly as he grins to himself, holding his lover close as he looks down at your belly bump. “Can you even believe it? mio piccolo angelo.” Formaggio asks you before he turns his attention to the bump, whispering against your belly.

Formaggio loves to feel it, his body warm with the idea of his baby— potential son, all cozy in your belly. “riesci a sentirmi? sono tuo padre.” Formaggio whispers out in Italian to your belly, like the baby could hear it.

He’ll definitely teach his child Italian and all the naughty, illegal shit he learned as he grew up.