His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

When I walked into the clinic with my hoodie pulled over my head I had hoped for it to be a quick visit, jexpected for them to
remove the baby as soon as possible, but they didn’t.
In the morning I woke up feeling anxious and perhaps even excited to get rid of the baby but each time I’d feel guilty and thought
about how much I wanted to have something of my own. If I had this child I walone, but if I had this child it would be yet another
mouth to feed and babies were expensive. The costs year shocked me and definitely helped me with my decision.
That amount of money on top of what I had to pay for myself was ridiculously much and unrealistic. For much extra I would have
to work as hard as a horse.
As if speaking over the phone wasn’t enough, I had yet again another assessment appointment before thabortion would even be
arranged. As each day passed I got more and more attached to the baby growinand at times would even touch my flat tummy
which barely showed any signs of pregnancy.
I understood both the counselor and doctor were doing their job, but questions as to why I wanted to haand where the father was
made me doubt myself and wonder if it was more so fear over money. Fear of alone and fear of not being able to tell Christian in
case he calls me names or rejects the baby. The last thfor someone like Christian was to accept the baby with open arms. Would
he even like children? Did he echildren?
Every now and then the counselor asked me if I was still sure about my decision, and that would probablfact of me pulling
strange faces after hearing about the process, associated risks and complications, and face when I heard the price and learned
that it’s not covered by my insurance.
I had not prepared myself for another ultrasound and had promised myself to not look at the screen, butmyself when I heard a
heartbeat. Something inside of me, something which wouldn’t betray me or walk almost everyone did, and it had a heartbeat.
I had not noticed I was crying until I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but surprisingly enough I wasn’t sad.because of happiness, I
was crying because I couldn’t remember the last time that I had focused on listeheartbeat, including my own but yet here I was,
listening to my baby’s heartbeat. My baby...
Whenever those words went through my head I would have a change of mind and thought about what lYes, a thirteen-week old
baby which I did not plan on having turned out to be the first thing in a very lonme happy tears.
I suddenly felt grateful for the assessment and the fact that I didn’t sign anything. When the doctor remotransducer from my
stomach I had almost yelled at him to put it back but wasted no time to sit back up covered my stomach in a protective matter.

“This was a mistake.” That was all I told him as he gave me a look of pity. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, aput it is unp-“
“No, you don’t get it, coming here was a mistake!” I said back irritated and pulled my hoodie over my hefollow up appointment?”
The doctor who was surprised by my sudden switch asked.
“Absolutely not, just forget I was here, matter of fact let’s just ignore these past two hours because that whave to charge me. I
could really use that money towards diapers!” I told him a bit too enthusiastic and jgrab my bag. “Uhm?” The doctor tried
speaking but couldn’t find any words.
“Yes I know, you must be worrying about me even more now, but I’m fine. Thank you for everything, inclultrasound but I really
have to go now, bye!” That was all I said and walked out while the doctor called oI was going to do this.
I was going to be a mommy and take care of my child.
Many people gave me a weird look and probably got a weird idea while I almost skipped through the hahappy smile on my face
but for the first time since I had found out about my pregnancy I could finally smbecause of a heartbeat. This ultrasound had a
different impact from my first one.
Free at last, was the first thing that went through my head when I walked out of the clinic. I walked to thethinking of ways to get a
stable job for my unborn baby but just as I was about to unlock my car a hand had stopped me and I quickly turned around. “M-
marc?” I asked in shock.
Unlike the first time I met him, he didn’t look that friendly and had a suspicious look on his face. “Squirreyou go through with the
abortion?” He asked me while grabbing both of my shoulders. I shrugged him oa step back so I was glued against the car. “N-no
I’m not having a- , but wait what are you doing here?”
I had become aware that Marc was Christian’s personal bodyguard and was afraid of the reason why he here. Did Christian
know I was pregnant and send him to spy on me?
“Did Christian send you, does he knows-“ I spoke but stopped mid-sentence when Marc’s eyes got big athe one who had
exposed myself.
“Wait, are you carrying Christian’s baby?” Marc desperately asked, and that was all it took for me to frozeof answers. “You were
planning on getting an abortion and you didn’t tell him?” Marc asked for confirmathat he might report back to Christian so I kept
my mouth shut.

“Squirrel, I’m asking you a question. You weren’t going to tell him you’re pregnant?” He asked again, busounded disappointed
and I felt embarrassed. “What are you doing here?” I asked him.
“What am I doing here? Christian asked me to keep an eye on you until you felt better but damn, I did noMy head started doing
turns. Christian asked him to keep an eye on me? Would he know about the preghe have sneaked in my house late at night and
seen the pregnancy test? No, of course not. He was in thenot a wizard.
“Lucio told him to take care of you,” Marc explained as if he was reading my mind and I immediately feltdid you know it was
Christian’s?”
“I didn’t, you told me the moment you asked if he had sent me,” Marc mumbled. Why did I have to be th
“So are you going to tell him?” I asked, realizing the situation but all Marc gave me was a confused look.pregnant to you, why
should I tell him?”
“So I suppose you were planning on leaving your job so you can handle this all on your own...”
“Listen, squirrel. I usually agree with the term that men should stay out of women’s business but you havMarc suggested but I
immediately shook my head. “I won’t, and I definitely agree, men should stay out obusiness so let’s pretend like the clinic was a
donut shop instead, you can report that back to him,” I toldabout to get in the car but Marc grabbed my arm to stop me. “If it’s
because of fear you can drop this acknow Christian would do everything in his power to help you a-“
“You don’t know that!” I immediately snapped back. Taking care of me and making sure I was alright bectechnically worked for
him was one thing, but him stepping up to be a father was another and I wasn’t sso it was good like this.
“I do know that. I’ve known Christian for much longer than you have and I know that he would do everytpower to help you
because that’s the kind of person he is. I don’t know what you’ve heard about him bunot true. He’s not this heartless human
eating ghoul you are making him out to be!” Marc told me, but ostuck by me.
“Wait, you also watch anime?” I asked him and saw his eyes lit up before he blinked and shook his head. point right now, we
were talking about you owing Christian the truth!”
“Oh right...do you think I should?”. Even though I hated to admit it, Marc had a point. Whether I told himnothing not lose but
more so, something to gain. I wasn’t expecting any help from him because I still belike Christian wasn’t exactly waiting for a child
from me, but Marc was right about knowing him longer soright about me misjudging him. No matter what his reaction was going
to be, I did owe him the truth.

“I’ll tell him tomorrow,” I told Marc and saw how he grew a smile on his face until he noticed the unimprhim.
“But if he tells me to get an abortion, I promise you, you won’t see the pearly gates!”