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Lazily lying on your couch but not managing to focus on the movie you were watching, you glanced at the digital clock next to the TV. 9:05 PM. Then your eyes went back to your phone. You thought of the five messages from your stepfather you had calculatedly ignored. Then your gaze went down to your round belly. You wanted so bad to call your stepfather, whom you were very closed with, and tell him the news. Ever since he had married your mother, you felt like you had gained a confidant and an ally, which was why you had never hid anything important like that to him. He was a kind and supporting parent, which would be helpful to face your current situation: a 29 years old cop with little money, and unmarried on top of that. Not that the last fact bothered you, but you knew your conservative mother would say otherwise. And you knew well none of the two would be thrilled to learn the father of your child was a gangster.
Putting aside your physical attraction to him, you liked Guido Mista. It could be complicated for the local police to fight crime, and even if your colleagues and yourself did your best to protect the citizens, you couldn’t deny the mafia, though part of the problem, could also provide solutions in some cases, and even help you out sometimes. Was it you who had become careless because of the cops’ delicate situation in this town? Perhaps, but you had also witnessed a few gangsters like Mista actually cared about justice and the safety of civilians. For sure he would use illegal and violent methods, but was also capable of fairness. With time, you became less strict, caring less and less about his status, and let yourself go. This didn’t led to a romantic relationship per say, sex friends would be more accurate. You met up and had passionate, brutal sex. In a hotel, in a park, and many other places, he would ravish you like a mad man, or you would ride him like a starved sex minx. Oh, these were good memories, you couldn’t deny it.
Suddenly, you heard several beeps from your kitchen, which was the sign your popcorn was ready. You immediately stood up and rushed to the microwave. While humming a Nirvana song, you proceeded to take the popcorn out of the microwave and added what your hormones have been dictating to you for several days: orange jam with crispy onions. Now on the chorus of the song, you kept blending the peculiar mix until you were satisfied with the result. Once you were done, you took a spoon and went back to your couch.
You decided to sing aloud, something you weren’t particularly good at but nevertheless enjoyed to do when you were on your own. ‘ And I swear that I don’t have a guuun!... No I dooon’t have a guuun… ’ Which was currently true since you were off-duty - though you had your professional weapon hidden in a shallow book in your living room - but you wondered with a smile if one day you would have the occasion to say it naturally in service. Grinning at such an unimportant question, you decided to eat your mixture. You’ve been craving for that… new speciality for a week now and you couldn’t get how you didn’t think of that before. The salt of the corn, the slight bitterness of the jam and the crunchy of the fried onions was all you needed. And your baby too, you thought while caressing your swollen stomach.
Suddenly, you heard a noise coming from your entrance door. This made you frown. You stood and grabbed your gun before going to the door.
‘Who the fuck is that?’ you grunted.
‘Guess.’ a familiar male voice answered.
What the … You sighed, but decided to open the door. ‘What are you doing here?’ you barked. With a smile, your long time hook-up, Guido Mista, came in.
‘Good evening (F/N). I had time to spare, so I wanted to see my favourite police officer.’ he said with a playful grin.
‘At this time? Don’t you see a problem?’ you said, following him as he headed to your lounge. He sat on your couch and stared at you.
‘Speaking of time, were you planning to tell me about that?’ he said, pointing at your belly. ‘Because I know it is mine. While I was taking care of some things, I kept updated with your current situation.’
You rolled off your eyes but sat next to him. ‘Don’t tell me you are upset.’ you scoffed.
‘Why wouldn’t I?’ he frowned. ‘It is about my child.’
‘Terrific, the local mob lectures people about parenthood. You disappear for months and you think you can show up just like that and just--’
‘... Just what? Show up and check on the woman who carries my child?’ he said, casting an annoyed look at you. ‘Done, and you seem to be in good condition by the way.’
‘Thank you! You too!’ you snapped back. ‘For some mafioso who has been busy lately.’
Mista couldn’t help but let out a smile upon hearing you, and you mirrored him, before chuckling at the oddity of the situation. You both laughed for two minutes, making up your own way. You chose to put the gun on the desk next to your couch. The young man acknowledged this sign of appeasement, and thus went closer to you and you let him caress your belly. You were starting your fourth month, the bump was not huge but was nevertheless noticeable, which pleased Mista. He wrapped his arm around your waist, rested his head on your shoulder and kept caressing your belly. He looked so peaceful and adorable this way, it made you smile, but you decided to keep quiet and enjoy the moment.
‘I am glad you didn’t have an abortion.’ he finally muttered after several long minutes of silence, fingers trailing on your skin. ‘I could have understood if you did though, but I prefer things this way.’
His statement surprised you and he felt you tense up. ‘Are you sure?’ you said, brow raised.
‘Yep. That’s actually pretty cool. I had time to think about it. What about you?’ he said, now gazing at you. You winced and looked away.
‘Well… I didn’t really think, honestly. When I found out, I freaked out, but I let pass the days, and when I couldn’t legally do it, I… sort of felt relieved.’ Mista smiled at your last sentence. ‘But… I am still nervous. I don’t have enough to raise a child, and no one in my family knows, long story… I have considered putting it away for adoption.’ you added with a sigh.
The young man frowned. ‘No.’ You sighed again but couldn’t help yourself smirking as he continued. ‘Keep this little fellow around, I will be there for the both of you.’
You didn’t have the time to respond, as he kissed your bump before doing the same to your lips, his mind settled. He smiled at your shocked expression and took advantage of it to give you a second peck, then another one. Eventually, you regained your composure and hugged him.
‘Do you know the gender by the way?’ he asked, caressing your locks.
‘Not yet.’ you told him with a serene smile. ‘The ultrasound to find out is next tuesday.’
He nodded. ‘Count on me missy.’
You caressed his cheek. ‘Thank you Mista. I am glad you are back. I missed you.’
He smirked. ‘I know. Me too. Sometimes I was thinking of the time we fucked in alleys, or that time in the car, or the one at the club, that was awesome.’ Sighing, you slapped his head. ‘Come on.’ he added. ‘Don’t tell me you didn’t. And who knows, the time we conceived that fella, I think of the time we in your office and you savagely rode me… Or was it in that empty restaurant, when you were on your knees on the table?...’
‘Yep, you are definitely back on track.’ you commented with a small smile. Slightly disappointed with what he regarded as a lack of honesty, he glanced at your TV.
‘Hey, what were you watching?’ he said, frowning. You cocked a brow, then shrugged.
‘Some rom com, about a hooker and a businessman.’
Mista rose and fixed you with a serious look. ‘Give me the remote, you ignorant person.’
You stared at him with confusion. ‘What, why?...’ He shifted from his position and sat properly before forcing you to do the same. He then grabbed the blanket next to your spot and laid it on your two bodies. Eventually, the young mob found the remote and put the sound back, whispering an explanation.
‘This is Pretty woman. Gotta watch it properly.’
You burst out laughter but his stare looked almost deadly. Still giggling, you eventually decided to let it roll. He grabbed your waist again and pulled you against his chest. With a smile, you wrapped your own arms around him and hugged him. Who would have thought, it was a gangster who was comforting you and made you feel at ease, more than you ever have been before. Mista frowned when you stood up and watched you put your gun where you had taken it. Once it was done, you came back to your place and you felt your visitor pulling you closer to him in a hug. You let him do as he wished and rested your head on his chest. Spotting your phone, you smiled. That call and the required talk were totally going to happen.