Our Beautiful New Life

**Althaia**

I huffed and looked at the time. It was a quarter to four in the morning, and I was awake.

Feeling horny.

I turned to look at Damiano, who was sleeping peacefully next to me. I wanted him, but I didn't want to wake him up just to take care of my needs. He had a long day ahead of him, flying out to a meeting with Mr. Roberts, and other high-end restaurant owners.

They saw the custom-designed wine bottles for Mr. Robert's restaurants, and how they attracted more customers. Customers loved the whole idea of taking a unique wine bottle home with them as a souvenir. Some even started to collect them.

The sales went crazy and landed us a few more deals. I suggested that each restaurant have its distinct design as a trademark, but with Damiano's winery name engraved. And he was going to meet them all and show them my sketch ideas. I would have gone with him, but since I was heavily pregnant, I couldn’t fly.

Maybe it was because I knew he would be gone, and wouldn’t be by my side for the next couple of days to take care of my needs. I could relieve myself, but I was huge, with only five weeks left of my pregnancy, and it was getting a little too difficult for me.

I've been incredibly needy, and it was a good thing we got a place of our own. If we hadn't, I would be listening to Rafaelle complain about not getting any sleep. As if he and Ava had absolutely no shame and fucked everywhere in the manor. One time I even caught them fucking in the kitchen, and he had the audacity to complain about me when I at least would keep it in the bedroom when I was sharing a roof with them all. Also, the manor was never empty. Damiano’s men were constantly around, some even crash there when it got too late.

Sighing, I tried to fall asleep again, but it was becoming too unbearable. I was painfully throbbing and had to do something about it.

Fuck it.

"Damiano...?" I called him softly. He stirred in his sleep, and I heard the change in his breathing.

"Yes, baby." He grunted, almost in pleasure, with his eyes still closed.

"I'm sorry to wake you, but... I'm horny." He snapped his eyes open, and a smirk immediately appeared on his lips. Then his eyes narrowed.

"Don't joke like last time."

"I'm not. I really do need you." My hands trailed down his naked body, wrapping my hand around his length. I raised a brow, and his smirk widened when I felt he was already hard.

"I was already dreaming about you riding my dick."

"Perfect timing then." I chuckled. Damiano helped me up to straddle him. I exhaled a moan as I slipped down his length. That alone felt so good I almost just came from it.

“Shit, baby, you’re fucking dripping.” He grunted as his thumb played with my clit. I started to move to feel more of him, rocking my hips back and forth, hitting all the right places. It had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Fuck… So good... So perfect.” Damiano groaned, thrusting his hips upwards, making me feel all of him as he continued to play, moving his thumb faster against my clit. Soft moans and heavy breathing filled the room, and soon, I clenched around him, riding out my climax. Damiano thrust a few times before releasing inside of me.

I stilled as I caught my breath while he caressed my hips.

“Happy?” He smiled beautifully at me. I grinned.

“Yes. Thank you, my love.” I went to lie next to him, ready to sleep now in satisfaction. Damiano let out a small chuckle and pulled me into him as close as he could.

“Anytime, baby.”

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“Look at you, you’re so freaking cute!” I sniffed, wiping my tears away as Kiara rubbed her head against my belly. It had me ugly crying as I continued to stare at her and shower her with pets.

Footsteps hurried down the stairs, and Damiano looked at me with a frown.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He looked around our living room to make sure there wasn’t anything wrong. He crouched down in front of me as I sat comfortably on the couch.

“She’s just too cute! I can’t handle it.” Another wave of tears streamed down my face. He laughed and looked at Kiara.

“She’s a cute one.” He continued to chuckle, rubbing her head as she purred in joy.

“Are you ready, my love? The others are here.” Damiano wiped away my tears. I nodded and took a deep breath. As I managed to keep myself in check, Cara, Lorenzo, Antonio, Giovanni, Luca, Renzo, and Michael made an appearance. Since Damiano was going on a business trip, I was going to stay at the manor where everyone would be. And Damiano was making sure I would have extra security, even if I was just going to the manor.

I was thrilled about the fact Damiano decided to give Michael a chance. He had to work his way up but it took no time because Michael was highly skilled. The success of Gaetano was actually because of Michael and his connections, and Damiano could benefit from it all.

Just as the men greeted me by calling me Donna out of respect, Cara greeted me by calling me a fatass.

“Fatass, really? I’m carrying your niece or nephew.” I shot her a blank look. We decided we didn’t want to know the gender, and let it be a surprise.

“Yeah, but you’re still huge. How do you get around? Do you roll or something?” Cara snickered. She loved making fun of me, especially when I would have trouble getting up on my own.

“I can’t wait til you get pregnant to give you a taste of your own medicine.” I grumbled as Damiano helped me up on my feet.

“Hmm, not sure if it’s going to happen. I will have to see if your butthole explodes before I decide.” Everyone stopped and looked at Cara.

“Wait, that really happens?” Luca’s eyes widened. Even Giovanni looked startled and Michael dropped his jaw.

“Yes! I saw it myself! Here, I will show you the video.” Cara pulled out her phone and went to show them.

“Cara!” Damiano snapped when he saw my eyes get welled up in tears again. Cara jumped and dropped her phone in startlement, and then gave an innocent laugh.

“It’s not going to happen to you!” She tried to comfort me and Lorenzo just sighed at her lousy attempt to comfort me.

“I really hate you.” I choked out a sob. Damiano comforted me while sending a deathly glare to Cara.

“Can I kill her?” I asked Damiano.

“If it will make you happy.” He replied, and I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. Lorenzo’s eyes slowly narrowed as he looked at us.

“Which one of you will do the job for me?” I asked the rest and Giovanni scoffed.

“Are you crazy? Lorenzo will make us all drop like fucking flies before we can even take the next breath.”

“Sorry, but no one in their right mind would try a fight with Lorenzo.” Luca added. Michael’s brows raised when I looked at him.

“I… I’m going to wait outside to, you know, make sure everything is safe out here.” He said and went out. I pouted, directing my attention to Renzo.

“Renzo, you’re a cage fighter. I heard you ripped someone’s jugular vein out with your teeth.” He smiled proudly at that.

“With all due respect, Donna. I think I will pass on this one.”

“Antonio?” I looked at him.

“I have a wife and a baby girl.” He said, amused that I was asking them all.

“So much for being my bodyguards.” I scowled.

“Leave us out of it and ask your man.” Giovanni mirrored my scowl.

“Damiano?” I asked him, and a devilish smirk appeared.

“Anything for you, my love.” He stared at Lorenzo.

“It’s too soon for your wife to become a widow.” Lorenzo stated.

“I don’t lose, brother.” Damiano let out a taunting smile.

“There is a first for everything.” Lorenzo mirrored his expression.

“Oh, no… I accidentally started another one of their pissing contests.” I sighed, as they continued to threaten one another. Cara ignored them as well and looked at me with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, babe… I will buy you a chocolate cake on the way, okay?” She offered. I stopped sniffing.

“Make it two.”

“I will buy you five huge ones!”

“Okay. I love you again.” I said happily.

“I will have Cecilia bake you one.” Damiano said. I was about to tell him not to trouble her when I remembered why.

Damiano has been very strict about where the food came from and even watched our personal chef like a hawk when he prepared my food. But in the end, he didn’t trust any of them and snatched one of the family chefs from Italy to do the job.

I felt guilty about it because often I would crave something in the middle of the night, and Damiano would have our chef over to prepare whatever my heart desired. I made sure to give her a generous tip every time she came over in the middle of the night. And then some more when the food made me cry with happiness because it was too good.

“Okay. Cara, you will have to buy me something else.” I told her.

“Whatever you want, babes! You know what, I will even buy you a few diamond necklaces, and some for your baby! Get some cute pink diamonds if it’s a girl, and blue if it’s a boy. I’m a rich bitch thanks to Tank Man’s drug money.” Cara laughed, waving the black card in her hand.

Lorenzo looked at her amused, chuckling slightly as he shook his head. He often had that soft expression whenever he looked at her, and I always felt like crying that they were so happy together.

“Gold-digger.” I joked.

“And a proud one!” She winked as we laughed.

“Okay, let’s go, Kiara.” I called after her. Kiara already knew the routine when everyone was here, and followed right after and into the car.

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“Are you sure? I can always stay.” Damiano looked at me with a serious expression.

“Yes, Damiano. I will be okay. Besides, I won’t be going anywhere and will probably just sleep.” I reassured him. He was hesitating to leave me but I had to remind him I was at the manor. The place was heavily secured with his armed men and he even had snipers on the roof!

And still, with all that extra security, he was hesitating to leave.

“It won’t be like last time.” I told him softly and placed my hands on his cheek. He kissed my forehead and pulled me into him.

“Keep your rings and earrings on at all times.” Damiano held me tightly.

“I will. I love you.” I smiled.

“And I love you.” He gave me a long, soft kiss that had my heart flutter, and my body tingle like crazy.

“I will bet you ten grand that they are two seconds away from fucking in the driveway!” Rafaelle shouted. Damiano rested his head against mine, closed his eyes, and sighed.

“Remind me again why I shouldn’t kill him?”

“He’s your cousin.” I chuckled.

“So?”

“Nonna will be mad at you.” I said. Surprisingly, Nonna loved Rafaelle and she fully admitted he was her favorite grandchild. Even though he was incredibly inappropriate, she loved him to death.

“He’s lucky he’s got Nonna on his side.” Damiano frowned, looking at Rafaelle who continued to make jokes.

“When are you going to get a place of your own? Fucking freeloader.” Damiano asked him, wiping away the smile on Rafaelle’s lips.

“Don’t act like me staying here is making you broke! I’ve seen what kind of money you spend on your wife.” He grinned.

“If you got it tight, just sell that big yellow diamond you got her. I heard you spent fifty mils on that one after you fucked. I mean, that pussy must be magical.” Rafaelle laughed so hard. I gasped in mortification as everyone heard him.

“Run.” Damiano told him quietly as he grabbed his gun, but Rafaelle didn’t listen, knowing he wouldn’t shoot.

But he did.

“Damiano!” I yelled at him when he shot right above his head. Even Rafaelle stood still in shock, not expecting him to shoot. But Damiano just tilted his head.

“I miscalculated. Let me try again.”

“Wait! Okay, okay! I’m sorry! Have mercy and I will move out tomorrow!” Rafaelle shouted for his life.

“Good.” Damiano smiled and faced me. Before I could tell him how wrong he was for that, he crouched down and placed a kiss on my stomach.

“Keep your mom safe for me.” He said softly, making me forget about everything and smile.

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It was in the middle of the night, and I ripped the blanket away from me, having trouble sleeping. Not only was I struggling to sleep because Damiano wasn’t here, but also because my back was killing me. No matter how I lay, it wouldn’t go away.

I made my way down to the kitchen, groaning slightly in discomfort.

“Are you all having a party or something?” I asked since everyone was in the kitchen.

“Did we wake you?” Cecilia asked.

“No, couldn’t sleep. Baby is partying right on my bladder.” I sighed and leaned against the counter to ease the back pain.

“Honestly, so far pregnancy doesn’t -” Cara started.

“Mia Cara.” Lorenzo warned her not to finish her sentence.

“I don’t know about you guys, but this is giving me baby fever.” Ava smiled. Rafaelle looked at her in surprise.

“You want babies?” He asked.

“You don’t?”

“Not really. They poop.”

“It’s okay if you don’t. I can always have someone else impregnate me.” She said in a smug tone.

“Hell no. Let’s get to it.”

“Oh, my God, Rafaelle! What is wrong with you?” Everyone shouted at him when he pulled down his pants. Luckily, his boxers were still on.

“Too much, dude.” Michael grimaced.

“You are disgusting.” Giovanni scowled.

“I’m ashamed to be related to you.” Lorenzo commented and Cecilia agreed.

“You’re all a bunch of sensitive pussies.” Rafaelle sulked and pulled up his pants. Ava just chuckled. They were truly a perfect match for each other.

“Well, don’t stop on my account. I want to see how you do it.” Cara shrugged and Rafaelle wiggled his brows.

“I knew you were a freaky one. I bet Lorenzo fucks you in the ass.”

“He does.” Cara replied with a wink.

“God!” I threw my head back and groaned.

“Well, if you let Damiano fuck you in the ass you wouldn’t be in this situation.” Cara shot at me.

“Gross! I came at the wrong time.” Arianna said as she made an appearance with Dom.

“It wasn’t because of that. I’m just uncomfortable.” I groaned to Cara.

“Do you need a doctor?” Cecilia asked in worry.

“No, no.. I just need - Tank Man can you help me? Damiano does this thing where he gets behind me and carefully lifts my belly to take some of the weight off me.” I quickly explained to him how to do it, and sighed in relief when he slightly lifted my belly.

“Wow, you can see the relief that just gave you!” Cara said in awe.

“It’s quite heavy. I’m amazed you haven’t broken in half when you’re this tiny.” Lorenzo said, having me chuckle.

“Trust me, it feels like I will at any minute now.” I closed my eyes, feeling the back pain ease now with some of the weight off.

The conversation continued while I remained in my blissful bubble.

“Hi, Dami!” Cara said, making me open my eyes.

“Where’s Lorenzo?” His voice rang out from the speakers of Lorenzo’s phone.

“Would it kill you to say hi back?”

“Yes. Where’s Lorenzo?”

“He’s currently… Uh, holding your wife’s belly?” Cara looked at us, trying to explain what he was doing. Damiano went silent and I quietly chuckled as I knew he was displeased about the information.

“Get him on the phone right now.”

“You’re on speakerphone, Damiano. We can hear you.” I laughed.

“He’s your brother, Damiano! Don’t be disgusting!” Arianna shouted to him from the other end of the kitchen, knowing what he was going to say.

“Is there something wrong? Anything with the sketches?” I asked him.

“No, I just wanted to check in on you. Is it the back again?” I could hear the concern in his voice.

“Yeah, it’s somehow worse today -” I stopped abruptly and my eyes widened.

“Did you just pee?” Giovanni asked and looked at the pool around our feet.

“And all over Lorenzo’s feet!” Rafaelle laughed.

“Her water broke.” Lorenzo stated calmly while still holding my belly.

“What?!” Damiano yelled out. My nerves started kicking in and I tried taking a deep breath to calm down.

“Damiano… My water broke. My water broke and you’re not here!” My voice was shaking and I started to cry at the thought of him missing the birth of our first baby.

“It’s okay, baby. Take slow and deep breaths, I’m on my way.” Damiano tried to calm me down, and I nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see me.

“Don’t be scared, we got you. Let us go to the hospital.” Lorenzo said calmly.

“Okay, can someone call my mom?”

“On it!” Cara reassured me.

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“It’s almost time to push!” My midwife said and the nurses started to prepare.

“No! I can’t! My husband isn’t here yet!” I panted out in pain. My entire body was sweating because of the pain I was in.

It was the worst thing I had ever experienced.

“Honey, you can’t hold it in. You have to do it.” My mother said and I vigorously shook my head.

“I’m not doing it without him! Where is my stupid husband?!” I shouted in frustration with tears in my eyes. The door barged open.

“I’m here!” Damiano rushed to me, out of breath and his hair all over the place.

“What took you so long?!” I sobbed to him but was relieved that he was here.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He smiled and brushed away the hair that was stuck on my forehead. Then he noticed how everyone was still in the room and I had my legs spread, completely bare.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Damiano sneered and they all hurried out except for my mother.

“I can see the head, it’s time to push!”

I held tightly onto Damiano’s hand while he caressed my head, telling me when to breathe and to push while trying to keep me calm.

“One more. You’ve got this, baby.” I focused on his voice, took a deep breath, and pushed with the little strength I had left.

Small cries filled the room and I gasped at the tiny voice. Damiano looked awestruck as well, holding his breath when our baby got laid on my chest.

“It’s a girl!” The midwife said, and I started to cry even more at the tiny baby on my chest.

Damiano exhaled a breath as he stared at our baby girl. He leaned down to me, resting his head against mine.

“You’re amazing. So unbelievably amazing.” He whispered. I let out a small choked laugh and placed my hand on his cheek.

“Are you crying, my love?” I wiped away the tear that escaped his eye. Damiano gave me his beautiful smile and kissed me softly.

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“Hi, guys.” I smiled tiredly. I was exhausted but I didn’t want to sleep just yet. They all gathered around me, asking how I was feeling.

“Where’s the baby? And Damiano?” Cara asked. I chuckled and pointed at the other end of the room where Damiano was doing skin-on-skin contact.

Everyone went silent at the sight.

“Wait… Did you steal a baby?” Rafaelle asked dumbfounded.

“Meet our babies. Anastasha and Deangelo.” Damiano introduced them proudly.

Anastasha, a new life, and Deangelo, from the angel. We didn’t hesitate with the names as soon as we found out we were having twins.

A baby girl and a baby boy with names that were part of me and part of him. And they were the most perfect babies.

I chuckled when they all were still looking at our babies with a mixture of awe and shock. I took Deangelo in my arms, smiling widely at how cute they were as they slept peacefully.

“Our beautiful new life.”