His Mafia Prince
Chapter 208: What Is It Like?

Chapter 208: What Is It Like?

(WESLEY)

The mood in the room changed drastically after I fainted. Sasha stood shouting and glowering at me. Tyler and Mrs Adonis hover around me like mother hens. Sasha comes back with the pillow and the said blanket, and Tyler hands them to me. Mrs. Adonis massages my shoulders. It is a stark contrast to the hostile environment that I walked into earlier, and I’m not complaining. This is a good thing. It is important that Jericho’s family accept me as one of them. Mostly because I know how important this is to him.

I assumed that Jericho and I would go back to Las Jonas inn after the discussion with his family. But Jericho’s mom and Tyler insist that we leave the inn and come back immediately. They say that it is because they are worried about us, and that they are worried that my family might come back to hunt us again. But I suspect they just like having a pregnant omega around to spoil.

Jericho handles checking us out of the inn. Tyler takes me upstairs to Jericho’s room. The room exudes a refined elegance. It has darkroom furniture painted with a smooth glossy finish. I smell the scent of aged leather from the oversized armchair a few inches from the bed that mingles with the subtle scent of Jericho’s cologne. The queen bed is spread with crisp white linen bed sheets, and the headboard is upholstered in charcoal gray velvet.

On the massive windows are floor length curtains in a deep navy shade, their texture thick and opulent that blocks the light to create a cocoon like setting. On the floor, a plush, precisely woven Persian carpet in muted earth tones that add a layer of warmth and sophistication into the room.

I assume that Tyler will leave the room once he has shown me where it is, but that isn’t the case. Because I fainted, he insists that I get on the bed and he sits beside me, knitting a pair of booties. He lit a candle when we entered the room that flickers on the nightstand that fills the room with a strong sandalwood scent.

At first, I’m nervous and I’m not sure whether to speak freely around Tyler. I don’t know him like that. I heard a lot about him while I was living at the Caspar’s home. I know that Tyler has Sasha wrapped around his little finger, which makes him a valuable ally to me.

"Tell me something." He inches closer to me and whispers. "Is it true that you only slept with Jericho once and got pregnant?"

I’m surprised at how comfortable he already is with me that he is already asking me such personal questions. But if I’m going to be his friend, I hue that means I’m going to have to talk about personal things. "Where did you hear that?"

"Miles." He flicks his gaze to mine. "Was he telling the truth?"

Heat rushes to my cheeks. "Yes."

"And yet you thought you were barren?"

"Yes, I did."

He lets out a low whistle. "Jericho must have some potent sperm."

"You don’t hold back. Do you?" I laugh.

He shrugs. "I won’t get all the gossip if I hold back."

I smile. "True. I grew up thinking I was barren. I had two different doctors tell me the same thing."

Tyler smiles wryly. "And yet here you are with child. Isn’t the world a strange place?"

"I don’t know how it happened." I frown. "It’s a miracle. Those same doctors told me that even if I got pregnant, I would never be able to carry the baby to term." My voice wobbles. "So, I’m still worried that I might lose the baby."

"You can’t have a negative attitude, Wes." Tyler frowns. "You have to be optimistic, they were wrong about you getting pregnant. They’re probably wrong about you being able to carry the baby to term too."

I’m glad that Tyler has optimistic energy. Honestly, I need someone like that around me, because right now I’m a ball of anxiety. "I’m scared that the baby might not survive, and I don’t want to disappoint Jericho. I don’t want him to regret anything."

Tyler stops knitting. "You mean Jericho?"

I nod. "If I lose this baby, I’m afraid Jericho might regret claiming me."

"You think he claimed you because you’re pregnant?" he scowls.

"I don’t know." I shrug. "I know that he loves me, but it is also possible that he gave me his bite because I am pregnant with his baby." I wince. "I’m sorry. I’m telling you more than you probably need to know."

"That’s impossible." Tyler laughs. "I want to know everything."

"You’re being very kind to me." I smile.

"You’re probably surprised because of how they greeted you downstairs. That’s just how the Adonis family handles things. They scream and yell a lot, especially Sasha. He can be very volatile, but it is usually short lived." He winks. "Sasha is like a firecracker."

"But Jericho is so different from him." I say quietly.

"Yes. They are opposites in terms of temperament. But they are both spoiled and rotten." He laughs again. "They are both passionate lovers and are loyal as hell. We’re so lucky his gas meets mine. "I hope you know that."

"Of course. I was so gutted when I left Miles’ home. I didn’t think that I would be with Jericho again. Because I’m not Italian and I couldn’t birth him sons." I scowl. "But apparently, I can have babies."

Tyler smirks. "But you aren’t Italian. And Sasha will never forgive you for that."

"I hope that isn’t true." I wince. "I do not want to be at war with Sasha."

His expression softens. "Come on, I’m teasing. Sasha will come around. He loves Jericho. So that means he will love you too. He will come around. Don’t worry. He won’t be able to help it."

I touch my belly. "It is so weird to think that I’m pregnant now. I wanted to be pregnant so badly. I was a Manny so that I could be around kids for the most part. Now, I might have babies of my own." I say quietly, because the words sound so foreign even to me.

"I always took it for granted that I could have babies." He looks at me keenly. "I can imagine what it was like for you when you were told that you couldn’t have babies of your own. You must have suffered horribly. The society judges us so harshly by whether or not we can breed.

"I know. My own family looked down on me because I was barren. My father and brother became so cruel to me that they wanted to marry me off to some mobster. My mother wasn’t cruel though. She felt so bad for me. Probably because she understood how horrible it would have been to her if she were barren."

"I can’t help but notice that your tone is different when you speak about your mother. It is soft. Gentle. But you sound as if you hate your father and brother when you speak of them."

I meet his gaze. "It is true. I hate them. I hate Danny and Papa with everything that they stand for. My mother was nice to me, but I bet she had a darker side because of my father. A side that I never saw. She never showed it to me. It must have been there though. Right?"

"I don’t know. People might say that of me because I’m married to Sasha. But I know that I don’t have a dark side. Sasha has a very dark side, but I still love home with the whole of my heart. But I have to admit that that darkness is still there. It scares me, but it has never turned me on anymore. It was just in the beginning."

"Was it?" I ask surprised.

"Oh, it was." His eyes go wide. "I will tell you about it someday. He was an asshole to me when we first met." He laughs. "But now, he has changed a lot.

I smile. "He does seem tame around you."

Tyler shrugs. "He loves me. I know that he would do anything for me."

I understand that kind of love, because it is the same one that I have for Jericho. I think that it is also the kind of love that Jericho has for me. A short silence falls, but it is a companionable one. Then I ask, "You have two kids, right?"

"Yes." Tyler holds up the booty he’s been knitting. "I just started making these today. Sasha thinks that we should have a third."

"Being pregnant must be a really awesome experience."

"The best. I do enjoy not being pregnant too, of course. At least, it is easier to travel without being pregnant. And I can drink and eat whatever I want. When I’m pregnant, Sasha always wants me to be very careful. He is not a worrier generally, but he tends to get very worried when I’m pregnant."

"Okay. So what sort of thing should I expect in my first trimester?" I scowl. "I have wanted to be pregnant my whole life, but mostly focused on the baby part. Not the pregnancy bit. I’m scared not knowing what to wait for ahead of me."

"Well, in the first trimester, there is a lot of morning sickness of course." Tyler snickers.

"I’ve already had some of that, and I can tell you that I don’t like it one bit. It’s not fun at all."

"no." he smiles. "I also had tins kind of like a super sniffer issue with my nose when I was pregnant. I always felt like everything had a strong smell. Like everything would kind of nauseate me. Plus, I love chocolate, but how I can’t stand it when I’m pregnant is still beyond me." He laughs. "That’s odd, right?"

My eyes go wide. "Oh, God, I’d hate to not have chocolate."

"It may turn out different with you. Not everybody does."

I pull the cover higher on my body. "And what sort of thing should I expect in the second trimester?"

He taps his chin, looking as if he is in deep thought. "Well, maternity jeans are a birch. I don’t care what anyone has to say about them. It is just impossible to look good in maternity jeans."

I laugh. "My jeans are already growing tight around my waist. I hope I don’t have to move into the dreaded fit soon."

"You know what’s even worse than maternity jeans? Pregnancy brain. It’s so awful you’ll feel like you’re going crazy." He shakes his head. "You just don’t remember things. They just slip your mind and filter away."

"That sounds bad." I laugh.

"It is."

"So the first two trimesters sound like hell. What is the third one like? I ask anxiously.

"Heartburn was my least favorite part of the third trimester." He rubs his chest and winces. "It felt like I had a dragon living inside of me. Them of course, the swollen feet and ankles. There’s also sleep problems. But then, you can be hopeful that the baby will come soon. You don’t have to worry about all of that. Even though you are uncomfortable, you are at least assured that the baby will be in your arms soon. That is the most exciting part of it."

The thought of me going through all the things that Tyler has mentioned has joy spiraling through me. Even the bad parts seem like a gift to me. Like a dream come true. I just want to be able to carry this pregnancy to term successfully. I don’t care if I have swollen ankles the whole nine months. I just want this baby.

There is a subtle knock on the door and then it opens. Jericho pops his head then smiles at us when he sees me on his bed and Tyler beside me. "Am I interrupting something?" he asks.

Tyler laughs then gets up. "No. Of course not. I was just keeping Wesley company."

Jericho smiles warmly then enters the room. "Thank you, Tyler."

"Of course." Tyler glances at me over his shoulder. "We omegas watch out for each other."

"I’ll take it from here." Jericho says. "I’m not an omega, but i’ll try my level best."

Tyler laughs and leaves the room.