His Mafia Prince
Chapter 192: To New Beginnings

Chapter 192: To New Beginnings

(WESLEY)

Justin follows me into my little apartment. I’m embarrassed at how empty and drab my apartment looks, but Justin doesn’t seem to care about that. He only cares that he has eyes for me. Knowing that makes my stomach churn. I really don’t want to hurt him. He has been kind and protective towards me.

Last night when I passed out at work, Justin was there to catch me in time. If Justin wasn’t there to grab me before I hit the ground, I would have seriously been injured. He protected me. That act alone should make me turn to him more. He is proving to me that I can trust him. That I can lean on him. If I were normal, I would have accepted that. But I’m not normal. I’m so messed up. Justin’s acts of protection only make me think about Jericho more. Because Jericho protected me too.

I need to stop thinking about Jericho.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I ask as I head into the kitchen, trying to shake away the lewd thoughts of Jericho creeping in my brain. "I don’t have so many beverages, but I have some white wine and ginger ale."

Justin follows me into the kitchen. "Ginger law sounds good. Although, we never had that drink together."

"No. We didn’t." I smile. "I sure need something to help me relax. I’m as tight as a guitar string."

"Well then. I guess wine it is." Justin says as he goes to open the nearest cupboard. When he finds it empty, he laughs. "You don’t have many dishes."

"No." I wince. "I don’t. In fact, it’s just occurring to me now that I don’t have wine glasses."

Justin glances up at the refrigerator and reaches to the top to grab a package of red solo cups. "I bet these will do? We don’t need any fancy stuff."

"Yeah, right. Those will do." I sigh. "Sorry. I don’t usually have guests."

Or any, for that matter.

"It’s alright." Justin says. Instead of looking disappointed at my reply, he seems thrilled at the fact that I don’t usually have guests. He sets the two plastic cups on the island and I pour us both a generous serving of the drink.

"To new beginnings." Justin says as he holds up his cup out to me.

"To new beginnings." I robotically repeat as I touch his cup to mine.

I’m hopeful that there is at least a new beginning in store for me. The only thing that I have to do is fake it till I feel it. I lead the way and he follows me to the living room where we sit on the couch. "I bought this second-hand for just thirty dollars." I say as I slump into the leather sofa.

Justin sits right next to me. "It’s not bad, especially for just twenty dollars."

"So long as it gets the job done." I feel weird. Stilted even. I hoped that I’d get to relax. But it’s the opposite. I’m so tense that it is annoying. Justin is sitting too close to me for my liking. Our knees are almost touching. I take a big gulp of the wine, hoping that the alcohol will kick in soon. "How was work today?" I ask after swallowing.

"Yeah." He nods and takes a sip too. "Luckily, I delivered two babies today instead of six."

"That’s great." I murmur. "Delving babies must be so tiring."

"Yes, it is. But then, it is also thrilling." He looks at me closely. "Do you consider having babies someday?"

The question makes me wince inwardly. I shouldn’t tell him about my condition. It’s not that my state of being barren shames me. If he wants to date me then he needs to know what’s going on with me. Maybe that will actually stop him from chasing after me. But do I want him to stop chasing after me? Even if I’m not infatuated with him, I like his company. "Uhm...yeah. I have always wanted kids."

His eyes flicker. "You don’t sound so sure."

I snicker. "No. I’m sure that I want kids. I mean, that would have been my dream. To have many kids."

"But it’s not your dream now?" he asks, looking confused.

I breath out shakily and contemplate for a few seconds then finally decide to come clean. "The truth, Justin, is that I can’t have children of my own."

"No?" his gaze drops and he scowls. He looks up at me then says quietly. "I’m sorry, Wesley. That must be painful for you."

I never knew his response would be so compassionate. He isn’t thinking of himself now. He is truly concerned for me. Justin might just be the kindest alpha that I have ever met. I would give anything to love him the way he does me. Life would probably be so smooth with an alpha as considerate as Justin. "It’s been hard for sure."

"I can imagine."

I meet his gaze and see the sincerity in his eyes. "I love kids. It makes it even harder for me in my condition."

"Yes." He bids, looking empathetic. "Well, there’s always the option to adopt, right? There are plenty of orphaned children and some whose parents give up for adoption out there that need a loving home. You can still have a family, Wesley."

"Yes, I know." I nod. "If I want to be a single parent."

"You don’t think that there are alphas who’d want to claim you just because you can’t breed?" he tilts his head.

"I know that for a fact. Most alphas will want their own babies. They don’t usually like to raise other alphas’ offspring." I hold his gaze, challenging him to refute my statement. "You know it’s true too, Justin."

He sips his wine and glances at me over the rim of his cup before swallowing loudly and setting it down. "I’m not the kind of aloha that has issues raising other people’s children. I love all kids equally."

"Justin," I narrow my gaze. "You don’t need to say that just to make me feel better."

He looks irate. "I’m not saying that just to make you feel good, Wesley. I mean it. I don’t care that you can’t have kids. I’d still be honored to be with you, regardless. I’m a hundred percent honest that I’m fine with adoption. I have always planned on adopting kids anyway."

"Of course. In addition to some of your own."

He laughs. ’Wesley, if you think that the fact that you can’t have kids is going to chase me away, you’re crazy. I’m still very much interested in you. So, stop trying too hard to push me away."

I’m not sure how to respond. I’ve never met anyone quite like Justin. Even my own family was never so accepting of my flaw. How is it that a complete stranger is so accepting more than my own flesh and blood? "That’s... that’s a very unusual take on things." I finally mumble.

"Yeah." He nods. "But that is how I truly feel."

I hold his gaze, not sure whether I can trust anything that he is telling me. How can he be so good? He seems to have no flaws. Is he just telling me this because he thinks that it is what I want to hear?

He reaches over and takes my hand. "I mean everything that I’ve just told you, Wesley. Okay? I believe that omegas are worth much more than just their reproductive organs."

"True." I murmur. "It’s just that most alphas don’t seem to know that bit."

"Well, I do." He squeezes my lithe fingers into his palm. "Do you believe me?"

"I want to. Believe me." I smile weakly. "But I have to admit that you seem too good to be true."