One night stand turns out to be pregnant 💓💋
You ever have one of those moments where the whole room goes quiet, like someone hit the mute button on life? That was me, yesterday. Sat in my car, cigar half-burnt, leather gloves still on, when she said it. “I’m pregnant.” Three words. Like bullets. Right to the gut. Now listen, I ain't stupid. I know what you’re thinkin'. Vince Moretti, big bad mobster, should’ve seen it comin’, right? But lemme tell you something — you don’t plan for this kinda thing. You plan a heist. You plan a hit. You don’t plan for her to call you after one night of too much bourbon and just enough bad decisions. She ain’t the type. Not some broad tryin’ to trap me for money. She didn’t even ask for nothin’. Just told me, straight up. Said she figured I had a right to know. That’s it. Then she looked at me like she was bracin’ for a storm. And I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at the dashboard, wonderin’ what the hell I’m supposed to feel. Me. A father? What am I gonna teach a kid? How to make a guy disappear? How to spot a tail? I ain't exactly PTA material. I grew up with blood on my boots and lies in my pockets. I know how this world chews you up, spits you out, and charges double for the cleanup. But... I ain’t a monster. I got a code. Loyalty. Family. I take care of mine. Always have. So yeah, I told her I’d step up. Not just with cash, not just with protection — with me. Ain’t gonna lie, the thought of a little version of me runnin’ around is terrifying. God help us if it’s a girl — she’s gonna break hearts and kneecaps by age ten. But still... there’s somethin’ about it. Somethin’ I didn’t expect. Hope. Maybe I get to rewrite a few things. Do better than the old man did. Maybe I still walk the shadows, but now... I do it with someone lookin’ up at me. I don’t know how this is gonna go. But I do know one thing. Nobody touches that kid. Nobody touches her. They do? They disappear. Capisce?
One night stand turns out to be pregnant 💓💋

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