His Mafia Prince

(ARLO)

I am hugely tired, and I take a nap while Miles goes out the balcony to make some calls. By the time I wake up, dinner is ready and we all go to the dining room to eat.

I am slowly learning to appreciate the real Miles. He is funny, intelligent. He is so many things that I didn’t think he was when we first met. Earlier on, I had dismissed him as some dumb hoodlum thug when in truth, Miles is just a sophisticated person. We are a good match. Never once had I seen myself saying, let alone thinking that.

Later, we go for a walk on the moonlit beach. The air around here is nice and humid. If I didn’t have work waiting for me back at the house, id stay here with Miles forever.

We return to our room and go to bed. I rest in Miles’ arms. He lightly strokes his fingers down my back. I feel so fulfilled, thanks to Miles. I’ve never been this contented. I know without doubt that he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

"I want to keep the baby." I say quietly.

He goes very still at first then says, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Actually, I’ve thought about it a lot. I’ve barely thought of anything else." I sigh. "The thought of having a child now scared me at first, but now I’m sure of it. I want to have your baby, Miles."

"That’s really great, Arlo." He beams at me a smile. I can tell from his voice that he is happy. "I wasn’t sure which way you were leaning."

"I don’t want to get rid of this baby. I know it was conceived through some very chaotic means, but I still want it. I want it to be part of us."

"Wow," he laughs gruffly. "I’m so glad we are soon going to be parents."