meant to be (on going!!)

part twenty-three

i couldn't help but think about Vincent, everything about him screamed mafia boss.

he is Italian according to Rico, he walks in fucking suits everywhere he goes to, he had men watch me and he fucking killed two people in front of me with no emotions or regret.

i'm starting to believe he is the italian don.

or it could be Rico....sike naaaah he is too much of a softy for that.

i chuckled and shook my head, he doesn't seem to be the one.

i slowly stirred the sauce in the pan and took a deep breath.

i'm in deep shit. If Vincent finds out who i am he will go with the worst and think i'm working for my family.

he could easily hurt elijah and no one will care.

sighing i turn the stove off and add the sauce to the penne noddles before stirring it all together making a weird sound almost a satisfying one.

once i was done i cleaned the counter quickly before grabbing a bowl and filling it with pasta, i then take ahold of Elijahs cup and fill it with ice tea.

his new obsession.

"elijah food is ready!" i shout softly and put the bowl and cup on the table, his little feet slapped against the floor before stopping in front of me, i gently grab him and sit him down pushing the chair in.

"mama no comer?" he asks frowning at the bowl, "no mama isn't hungry cariño."

his frown only deepened.

"i no eat" he states pushing his bowl away before leaning back and crossing his little arms on his chest, knowing i wasn't gonna get him to eat i took a quick walk to the kitchen and fetched myself a bowl of pasta before walking back and taking a sit next to him.

"alright let's eat baby" i smiled and softly pushed his curls away before pulling the bowl closer to him, a smile broke out on his face and squealed while taking ahold of the fork and digging in.

i watched him, there is nothing better to do then watch my son, eat, laugh, smile, talk. He is everything i ever wanted and i try my best to be a good mother, obviously i know i am not the best mother looking at our situation but i try my best to keep him happy and from what i'm seeing i can tell i am doing a pretty decent job.

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"aaahhh" he sighed putting his now empty cup down and leaning back into his seat while rubbing his tummy, "full?" i question him with a light chuckle and he nodded tiredly.

"is my baby tired?" i smile and clean his lips and hands before standing up and grabbing him gently.

"mhmhmm" he hummed against my shoulder, i laid him on my chest and rocked us slowly while i rubbed his back up and down, not even five minutes later his quite snores started to erupt out of him making me smile brightly.

i took careful steps up the staircase and walked into my room, there i pulled off the cover and laid him in bed before pulling the blanket over him, i leaned down and kissed his forehead gently.