TAKEN BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 63
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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Safe Delivery
Freya walked down the aisle like a stately queen, arm in arm with Pablo. Her hair was arranged into an elaborate style on top of her head, and her pink ballroom dress swished almost silently on the carpet aisle.
It was a glorious day for a wedding. The trees were a perfect green and sparkled with leftover dew from that morning. A perfect June day.
A song ran through her mind, making her smile. For they say when you’re married in June, you will always, always, always be a bride!
She watched the young bride sprinkling the last pink rose petals on the aisle, then sitting down. She then looked at her bridesmaids dressed in flowing, scarlet, knee-length dresses.
They were all there smiling…
Her eyes met with Myra, who was putting on the brightest smile. She was her chief bridesmaid.
“Congratulations.” She mouthed.
“Thank you.” Freya mouthed back, her cheeks burning with a smile.
The priest then started with the matrimonial vows as she stood face to face with Vincenzo, he was appearing more godly than he used to be.
“Do you, Mr. Ferdinando, take Miss Bred as your lovely wife. For better and for worse, until death do you apart.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you, Miss Bred, take Mr. Ferdinando as your lovely husband. For better and for worse, until death do you apart.”
“Yes, I do.”
Facing the congregation, the priest then said. “Is there anyone in opposition to this union, should speak or forever hold their peace.”
No one talked, and he went ahead, “Now, I proclaim you two husband and wife.”
There was a loud applause from the congregation. “You may kiss your bride.”
Vincenzo held her slender waist, pulling her close to his chest. He grabs her lips, kissing her gently. She returned the kiss, and it lasted longer than any of them had expected.
The loud sound of applause increased as they kept kissing each other. “I love you, Freya.” He whispered.
“I love you too.”
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Freya blushed at certain parts, while Myra grinned. She remembered to read her letter extra loud and offered it to Vincenzo when she was finished.
Vincenzo accepted it and tried not to laugh, but his laughter was too hard to control, and he laughed heartily for the next minute.
Freya ended her speech with, “Let’s eat!” Which was accepted with a round of applause, while everyone scrambled out of their white wooden chairs.
Freya had planned the menu herself. There was turkey, roast beef, steak, mashed potatoes, and an assortment of sauces. For drinks, there was champagne, soda, and water.
There was an ice cream bar with numerous flavors since Myra had suggested it. And of course, there was the giant wedding cake.
Freya spotted a bowl of jelly beans and discreetly put her hands into the bowl and pulled out a handful. She picked up a brown one that looked like toffee and nearly spit it out.
“Groose. Earwax,” She thought.
After everyone had eaten their fill, the chairs and tables were moved out. Someone started the music. Myra had gone out of her way and chose the latest pop songs.
She forced Freya to dance with her. Freya shyly moved her body as all eyes were on her. She kept dancing, even when Vincenzo approached her to make her feel at ease, the shyness didn’t leave her.
“You know, even in your shy state, you are still perfect.” He complimented.
“Come on, Enzo, we both know I dance like a maggot.”
He chuckled. “No, you dance like a ballerina.”
“I know your plans, you want me to blush.”
He leans close to her ear. “What if I tell you, you are blushing already.”
She rolled her eyes, blushing harder. “Fuck you, Enzo.” She laughed.
“With all due pleasure, sweetheart.” He winked.
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Tonight was supposed to be a memorable night, but Freya being pregnant had made it impossible. Though she knew she would miss the moment, she had to bear it.
“You know, it’s because of the little kitten in there,” he points at her belly, “that we aren’t in bed. I would have made you scream my name.” He whispered s+ductively in her ear.
Freya shivered under his voice, in between her legs grew sweaty. That’s something she knew she couldn’t get used to.
“Thanks to the little kitten, at least, you’ll learn how to breathe without having s*x.”
“You’re depriving me of my medication? Huh?”
“Not every day is a Christmas day, sweetheart.” She was about to peck his cheek when he swiftly moved his head, so her lips would meet his.
“You don’t peck me when I’m horny.”
“Come on, Enzo, you don’t have to be horny now.”
“You caused it, remember?”
“How?” She questioned.
Then a knock came on the door. They paused halfway as Vincenzo was just about grabbing her lips. “I’ll check it out.”
“No, I’ll do it.” He insisted, walking towards the door. “Who’s that?” He asked.
“It’s me, sir. Myra.”
He opened the door. “Hey, Myra. Is everything alright?” He asked, his voice above normal.
“You have a guest.” She announced.
“A he or she?” He asked.
“A he.”
“Well, tell him I’m a lot busy tonight. He should come tomorrow.”
“Sir, I think this person is very important.” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s your father, Mr. Polio.”
Vincenzo turned to look at Freya, whose expression had already changed. She only nodded at him, “You should meet him.”
He left the room to the sitting room, where Mr. Polio sat comfortably, waiting for him to show up.
“What took you so long? You know how much I hate to be kept waiting.” He blurted.
“You should be grateful I came down, you would have waited longer.” He fired back.
“So I heard, you finally got married to that bitch.”
Vincenzo, vexed at the fact he had called the woman of his life a bi+ch. “First, I’ll tolerate you for calling her a bitch. Second, you heard right. We’re couples now.”
“That’s good news.”
“Was hoping you’d say that.” He sat comfortably across from his father. “So tell me, father, why are you here?”
“In our last conversation, we agreed you’d hand over my property.”
“Well, I changed my mind.”
“That wasn’t what we discussed, Enzo.”
“I know, and I haven’t forgotten about that yet. But, just like I said, I changed my mind.”
“Give me one good reason why I have to believe you.”
“No, you don’t have to. Tell me, dad, have you already forgotten what we discussed while in San Francisco? Before you sent me over to haunt Olsen Bred? This was our deal, you can’t wake up on a sunny day to claim what is mine.”
“I agreed to give you the property, I can decide to take it back.”
“No, that’s not how the deal works here. A deal is a deal.”
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“Vincenzo?”
“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Vincenzo asked.
Freya sits next to Vincenzo, while holding her big tummy. He is rubbing Vincenzo’s back, because he knows his back pain is killing him but still refuses to stay at home.
“Can’t sleep baby? Are you alright?” Vincenzo asked, worrying because Freya’s face shows pain.
“I don’t know but my tummy is hard rock. Feel it….bmammm…” Freya is holding a grunt.
Vincenzo placed her hand on the baby tummy as Freya said. It is hard rock and it’s not normal.
Vincenzo is watching her sternly, aware of the situation, and he’s getting ready to jump on any situation.
“Get me a wheelchair now!” Vincenzo said to Myra through the intercom. After a few seconds, she barged right in with the requested chair.
Damon signaled Myra to help him to pick up Freya on the chair.
They rushed him to the hospital.
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“Mr. Ferdinando, please follow me.’
A nurse came out, asking him to follow her. Vincenzo just did as told and soon he found himself in a labor room with Freya on the bed sweating and crying.
A nurse next to her is trying to keep her dry and comfortable. “Baby…..breath….” He held her hand, feeling the tightness of her grip on his hand.
It shows the level of pain she was passing through right now. She tried applying the breathing technique, her teeth gritted as she held the pain of labor.
He felt pity for her, knowing how much it feels to conceive a baby, his heir, his son.
He doesn’t want her to go through this pain again, not to mention the trouble she had faced while carrying his child for nine months.
He couldn’t stand the sight of watching Freya get hurt while trying to give birth to his kids. The sacrifice she was making for him, he has vowed within himself to pay for it his whole life.
This hour, Freya had made him the happiest man on earth, because for him it was worth it.
His son was born after so much push, after non-stop overflowing tears. And with all her might, Freya gave birth to his child.
Just when he was hoping it was a done process, when he thought the pain was finally over, Freya was in pain again. He panicked and looked at the doctor but she seemed to expect it to happen then he expected.
“Okay….the second one is ready to see the world. This one should be easy. 1..2…3… PUSH!’
Vincenzo’s eyes went wide. The second one she said? So… It’s Twins? He was so lost in thought.
He was brought back to reality when Freya squeezed his hand tightly and after two more pushes, there came another cry. This time, there were two sounds of crying babies that he didn’t realize that he was also crying.
This moment is too beautiful for me.
When he looked at Freya, she slowly closed her eyes. This got Vincenzo into a panic when he looked at her condition. She looked obviously tired but also weak, very weak.
“Doc….” he called for the doctor while holding her hand.
“Sir, if you don’t mind excusing us.” Said the doctor after checking on her pulse.
“Is everything alright?” He asked, concerned.
“Everything will be alright. You just need to give us some space. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
Vincenzo stared at Freya for the last time before leaving the room.
“Sir,” the doctor walked out of the labor room.
“Any news, doc?” Vincenzo asked, troubled.
“Don’t worry, she is fine. I put her to sleep. She needs the energy for later. His condition is good, just weak. No need to worry.”
Vincenzo thanked the doctor. “Can I see my kids now?” He asked.
“Sure.” Said the doctor.
He went to see his twins where the nurse is cleaning them and do a routine check up on them to make sure all the important organs are working well.
“Sir, we will place the baby in the private nursery as you requested and feed them since their mother needs some rest. You may come anytime to meet them.” A middle aged nurse said while making sure the staff nurse was doing their job perfectly.
“I understand, I will place 4 guards there to guard my babies.” the nurse nodded in understanding.
“We will clean Mrs Freya and push her to her personal ward shortly.”
With that he walked out of the room. Then he remembered there were people outside waiting for the news.
As he walked out of the room, he met Myra’s worried face, staring at him with her pale shock face.
He breathed in and out, before walking towards her.
“Freya is fine. However, the doctor has put her to sleep because she is too weak.’
“What? Why? Is she having problems while giving birth? When can we see her?” Myra asked, worriedly.
Just then, Pablo showed up. “Hey, I got your message.” He said, looking stressed out from the long run. “How is she?” He asked.
“She’ll be fine. She is too weak and tired because she gave birth to my babies…”
Vincenzo could see their eyes getting wider, their worried faces turned into a surprised one. Their mouths started to gape open.
“BABIES!” They both said in unison.
“You heard right.” I said with a proud smile on my face.
“Wow!” Myra exclaimed. “That’s good news! Congratulations, sir.” She congratulated him.
“Congratulations, bro.” Pablo shook hands with him.
“Thank you.”
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Freya finally woke up after two hours of sleeping. Vincenzo had ordered Myra to go home and get some rest, while Pablo waited outside the ward after he had dropped Myra off.
She waited with butterflies for the nurse to bring her babies. The very moment she’s been waiting for. The life she almost lost giving birth, the one who has all her heart even though they haven’t walked the earth yet.
It’s scary how much she loves them so much.
The door opened, two nurses pushed two carts towards her side. Her eyes glued to the twins, sleeping calmly. They looked so peaceful and pure.
Her heart felt at heaven, to finally see them both. This is how it feels like, all the pain was worth it and she had forgotten the suffering the moment she laid her eyes on the twins.
The nurse placed both carts next to her bed.
For the first time her hand reached to their small hands, then, to their cheeks and their small legs. She cried…. Tears of happiness.
Her life is complete now.. Perfect…
Gently, she carried one of them in her arms, holding him close to her chest and he snuggled his face more. She kissed him slowly…and returned him to his bed.
She did the same to the second baby, feeling and giving the same affection. Beautiful… Both were beautiful…
She felt someone hug me from behind. She knew it to be Vincenzo as he placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
“You made two beautiful babies… Thank you so much darling . I can never repay your sacrifices in this lifetime.”
“We made them…and we will love them and take care of them together. That’s the least you can do to repay me, okay?”
“How… What did I do to deserve you?” he hugged her tighter. “To have this beautiful family? There is nothing more that I want now.”
“I Love You darling… Thank You for everything…” If you ask me what I am feeling right now.. I will say.. I feel very happy, content and grateful.”
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