His Mafia Prince
Chapter 211: Apologies, Your Highness

Chapter 211: Apologies, Your Highness

(WESLEY)

(Two Months Pregnant)

Jericho and I are lounging in bed one morning after some steamy sex. I’m glad that I now don’t feel the morning sickness as badly as I used to, just like Tyler told me. But there are other issues coming up all the time.

First, I have very weird cravings. I’ve had a hankering for strange things like cheese and jelly sandwiches. Marshmallows and hot salsa. None of these are things that I considered eating earlier when I wasn’t pregnant.

My stomach growls loudly. "Can I go downstairs and get you something to eat?" Jericho asks sweetly.

"Baby I don’t want to bother you." To be honest, I was hoping that he would offer. But part of me feels guilty about making him go downstairs just to get me food.

"You’re not bothering me, Wesley. I’m happy to go get you something to munch on. It can’t be anything too fancy though because I don’t know how to cook anything." There is a sheepish expression on his face. "And today is Marzia’s day off."

Jericho has become an expert at not reacting at my weird needs because he takes my request and gets up. "Whatever you want, babe."

"Really?" I laugh. "You don’t give me a hard time?"

"What, I do that?" he smirks then gets off the bed, pulls on his pants as a shirt then leaves the room.

I head into the bathroom, brush my teeth and then shave. I turn sideways to get a good view of myself in the mirror. From my side, a little bump shows. It’s nothing big, just enough to make my pants tighten around my waist. However, I’m still stalling about wearing maternity pants for as long as I can. Mostly because I wear sweatpants and they are comfortable too.

I’ve just finished grooming and now I’m sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting. Jericho soon returns with my sandwich and a glass of milk. "Your peanut butter and pickle sandwich are ready, your highness." He smirks then sets the plate on my lap.

"Thank you, serf." I reply then examine the sandwich as I poke my fingertips against the fresh bread. "Looks nice and fresh. Good work."

Jericho bows exaggeratedly. "My pleasure. Your majesty."

I nod and pick one half of the sandwich. "I see, you put a lot of pickles and peanut butter. The ratio looks just right."

"I’m so glad that your majesty is content with my efforts." He perched on the side of the bed, looking expectant. "Go on, take a bite and let me know if I did a good job."

I lift the sandwich to my lips and take a huge bite. It would be pretty bad to ruin the pickle and the peanut butter sandwich, considering those are the only ingredients. I nova’s zi chew, enjoying the sweetness of the peanut butter. "Yummy."

Jericho smiles, content with himself.

Suddenly, my tongue begins to burn, and so do my lips and the roof of my mouth. I put the sandwich down and take a big gulp of milk. Sweat breaks on my face and I hurry to swallow the piece that is already in my mouth. I hate to be so negative because Jericho did his best to please me. But something is most definitely wrong with the sandwich. I drink more milk, trying to quench the fire down my throat.

When my eyes start to tear, I clear my throat and ask politely. "Baby, what kind of pickles did you use?"

He scowls. "What type? You mean there are more types of pickles aside from the one I used?"

I laugh because I think he is joking. But he isn’t. "Okay. There are sweet pickers and there are dill ones. To be honest, there are a lot more types, but those are the ones that people most commonly use."

"I don’t remember." He scowls. "Hmmm... let me think. Should I go check?"

"Sure. I hate to bother you again, but I’m just curious."

"The sandwich doesn’t taste good?"

I’m not sure how to answer that because the sandwich indeed isn’t tasting good. It feels more like eating fire."

When I don’t respond immediately, he gets up. "Alright, I’ll go check the kind that I used." He says then leaves the room.

I drink more milk then pick up the sandwich and bring it to my nose and frown. With this pregnancy, my smell is kind of off and I’m not sure if what I’m smelling is what I’m really smelling. I decided to wait for Jericho to return.

When he comes back to the room, he looks sheepish. He is holding another plate in his hand and takes the one he me first then replaces it with the other plate. "Uhm...it would appear, your majesty that instead of using pickles, I used jalapeños on your peanut butter sandwich.,

"Jalapeños?" I bug my eyes. "How could you get those confused with pickles?" I touch my burning lips and I can’t help but laugh. "They’re... very hot."

"I’m so sorry, all the jars looked the same." He winces. "This one is the correct one, I swear. I double checked that it said dill pickles on the jar."

"I appreciate you making me a second sandwich." I hold out my hand to him. "You didn’t have you make me another sandwich, love."

"But I wanted to." He leans over and kisses me then widens his eyes. "Oh, shit. That’s so hot it burned my lips too. I’m so sorry, Wesley. You must be in pain."

"No. It’s fading. But the sandwich actually tasted kind of good. It’s just that it was burning my lips and all." I laugh and tears begin to seep from my eyes.

"Oh, that’s all? It was just burning your lips?" he begins to laugh hysterically too. "I happen to love your lips. So please, don’t eat any more of that sandwich." He says then places the plate with the hot sandwich on the nightstand.

I take a bite of the new sandwich he brought then give him a thumbs up. He slumps with relief and joins me on the bed. He sits beside me, watching as I enjoy my sandwich.

Even though my lips are melting off, I’m as happy as a clam. For so many years, I lived alone, always terrified with fear that my family would someday find me. It is weird that I don’t live with that fear anymore. Even though my family of maniacs managed to trace me, I’m glad that my alpha was there to protect me.

Now, I’m sitting on his bed, pregnant and eating a peanut butter pickle sandwich. The sun is filtering through the curtains. My alpha is right beside me. We had a rough road finding our way back to each other. But we are here now, enjoying a perfect morning.

I couldn’t have it any other way.

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