His Mafia Prince
Chapter 149: Doctor’s Appointment

Chapter 149: Doctor’s Appointment

(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."

Excitement courses through me. "Yes, we are going to be parents."

"Now that we have Dalton under control, should we move to my place?"

"What would you think about moving to my family estate instead?" I ask.

He looks down at me, and I can’t really see his expression because of the dim light. "Do you prefer that?".

"Well, it’s a big house, with plenty of room for a family to expand." I lean up on one elbow. "It’s my family home, and I don’t want to sell it. I’d love for you to live there with me...if you are willing."

"That’s okay with me." He says immediately. "My place is more of a bachelor pad than anything. I spend most of my time at Sasha’s place. So I have no sentimental attachment to my place. But you have some sort of attachment to your family home.

I’m glad that he agreed so fast. I didn’t see how he was going to agree without baulking at the idea of living at my family home. "We can redecorate, make it feel kike home you so you don’t feel like a guest."

"I don’t care about that stuff." He smiles. "So long as you are there with me."

I lean back and rest my head on his chest. His fingers tangle my hair as his heart thumps steadily beneath my ear. The rhythm is appeasing. Comforting even. Being with Miles feels the same. I can lean on him and trust that he wont let me fall. I know that in my gut. My eyes suddenly begin to sting.

"I love you, Miles." I say quietly.

"I love you too." He says, arms tightening around me.

For as long as I can remember, the only thing that consumed me was a vendetta and an utter thirst for revenge. That was all I could think about then, until the frantic need brought me to Miles. I was a jerk to him at the beginning, but he forgave all of that. I don’t know if I’d have forgiven him as easily had the roles been reversed.

I thought that he’d be nothing but a thick headed brute.

Truth is he is far more of a better man than I’ll ever be.

***

(Two months later...)

Miles insists on painting the baby nursery himself. I offered to help but he didn’t approve of me climbing ladders pregnant. Anyway , I hate painting, so I don’t mind sitting it out. I sit in a glider we bought for the nursery biting into an apple. He is up on the ladder painting the nursery a cheerful yellow.

None of us wants to know the baby’s sex. We want it to come as a surprise.

"If we had hired someone to paint the nursery, we would have been done by now." I say, biting into the fruit. "Now we have to work around the long hours that Sasha makes you work."

"Actually, I love doing this by myself." He stops rolling the brush on the wall then glances at me. "We still have plenty of time until the baby comes."

"I know, but I just feel bad for you. Today is your day off. You should be resting, yet here you are working like a dog painting this room."

"I don’t mind painting it. If I did, I’d tell you." He says and goes back to painting.

"Alright then." I watch him a bit more. "I have a doctor’s appointment later today. It is the first real appointment I have." I want him to accompany me to the clinic but I’m nervous about asking him. What if he is one of those alphas who hate escorting their omegas to clinics? Most alphas don’t like it anyway.

He climbs down the ladder and his face lights up. "You have an appointment today? Are they going to perform an ultrasound?"

I laugh at how psyched up he is. "Yeah, I think so."

"I want to take you there." He glances at his watch. "At what time will it be?"

Relief washes through me. "It will be at three pm. "

"We still have plenty of time until then." He leans down and kisses my forehead. "I’m so excited to meet the baby. I can’t wait."

"I was nervous about asking you, I thought maybe you wouldn’t want to come with me. Guess I had nothing to worry about. "

"Of course not. " He climbs the ladder again and grins at me cockily. "With me as your alpha, you have nothing to worry about."

"Oh boy."

Soon, time rolls around for the said appointment. Miles drives me to the clinic. He drops me at the door then goes to park the SUV. I check at the front desk and by the time I find a place to sit in the waiting room, Miles is done parking the car and is back. He sits beside me and begins to flip through a parenting magazine.

He seems to focus on the magazine and at one point, he leans over and says, " Our baby will be much cuter than the babies in this magazine. These kids look like drown rats."

"You can’t say that." I laugh. "All babies are cute."

"Uh, no." He lifts a brow. "I think they’re mistaken. Some of these babies look shriveled. They look like prune babies."

"God, Miles." I stifle a laugh. "Stop picking on those cute little angels."

"I’m not picking on them. I’m merely stating facts. They’re prune babies, don’t you see?" he mutters, showing me the magazine.

The nurse soon calls us in. Thankfully, she does because if we had to stay in the waiting room much longer, I’m afraid we would have started a strike. I’m certain the pregnant omega who sat next to us was giving us some funny looks.

The nurse takes my weight and my blood pressure as Miles looks on. She then leads us to the next room and I change into a paper gown and sit on the examination table. Miles stands next to me. He distractedly taps his foot on the floor tiles.

It smells faintly of antiseptic in here mixed with a sweet lavender scent emanating from the diffuser at the corner of the room. The walls are pretty and adorned with pictures of smiling babies and thank you cards from numerous families that offer semblance of warmth in the room.

This is my first ever prenatal check up. I kept putting it off because I didn’t fancy the idea of being poked and prodded by some stranger. I made sure to take my vitamins to make sure I delay it as much as possible while being healthy. I have stalled seeing the gynecologist for much longer. In truth, I’m filled with a range of emotions now, anticipation, fear and deep rooted hope that the baby is doing alright.

Dr Nicholas knocks the door and enters with a soft push of the door. He wears a warm smile that eases my anxiety. "Good Morning, Arlo," she greets me then glances down at her tablet. "Have you been feeling okay? Are there any concerns that you’d like to discuss? Any symptoms?"

I suck in a deep breath and collect my thoughts.

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