His Mafia Prince

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"When the baby comes, I’ll be knotting you every time. I’ll get you pregnant the first chance I get." He leans in and kisses my nape. His hands stroke the bulge of my belly. "I’ll keep you pregnant for years to come."

"Do you mind if I have a say in the matter?" I ask. "Maybe I don’t want to be pregnant soon again."

He scowls. "But I want you to have my babies too."

"I know, I want that too," I say. "I just want to be able to tie my own shoes again. Being pregnant isn’t for the weak."

"Alright." He nods. "I’ll wait for just a little then I’ll knock you up again."

I roll my eyes. "What a lovely sentiment!"

He snickers and keeps rubbing my stomach then his eyes suddenly go wide. "It kicked. I felt a kick."

I laugh. "Yeah, it gets pissed off when you fuck me. I think it gets annoyed that we disturb its sleep."

I roll on my back and gaze at my alpha. He is so handsome. Even when his hair is messed up from a little exercise, he still looks gorgeous as ever. "We’re gonna have beautiful babies."

"I know."