The Mafia Boss's Baby Boy (Discontinued)

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This chapter also has a couple changes and like I said before if you've already read it you don't need to read this again.

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This is so weird. Staring at the little boy who was staring back at me like he was expecting me to do something. It was then did I notice the fowl smell coming from him.

"Oi, what the fuck you smell like a grown man!" I gag holding him away from me. I didn't think I'd have to smell anything gross again today. I guess I was wrong. But you know what's really fucked up? The little fucker giggles and holds his hands out towards me as if say, "Come smell me pendejo!"

I groan while looking for something to put him on. After spotting the changing table I placed him down on it. Pulling out my phone I call my mother. It rings three times before she answer.

"Hola."  Comes her hard and cold voice that seems to run in the family.

"Hola Mami. How do you change a diaper?" I ask while placing the phone between my ear and shoulder and use my hands to stop the- my son from rolling off the table.

"Oh dios mío! Why do you need to now how to change a diaper? You tinkle yourself mijo?" she asked while laughing. I groan and feel my face turn red.

"Mami you said you wouldn't mention that ever again. It was a one time thing!"

"Oh fine. But seriously why do you need to know?" she asked curiously.

"Because this ba- my son shit himself and I don't know how to change a diaper." I retort. There's silence on the other end before she responds.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I could almost imagine the no bullshit face she uses when she wasn't playing around.

"I have a son." I repeat while rolling my eyes.

"And how are you so sure it's yours with all the whores you sleep around with!" she snaps at me, her Dominican accent becoming more prominent.

"I don't know for sure but I have a feeling he is. Once you see him you'll agree." I assure her while looking into the boys eyes once again. It's amazing how similar they are to mine.

"I don't care mijo. You need to get that baby tested before you can assume something like that." she scolds.

She grunts before speaking in here mother tongue.

"¿Dónde está la mama del bebe? ¿Ella no te puede ayudar?"
(Where is the baby mama? She can't help you?)

"No she's dead in the other room. OD'd on anxiety meds." I informed to her. Then the kid starts crying all of a sudden.

"Aye Mami help me!" I plead desperately picking up the smelly infant and cradling him.

"You're gonna have to bring your stupid ass over here and let me show you because I can't explain it to you on the phone." she sighed.

I frown but say okay and hang up. Tucking the boy in my right arm as he continues to holler I try to find a duffel bag or anything to put some of his stuff inside. I look in the closet. Nothing. Behind the door. Nothing. I go into Hanna's room avoiding the body and look in her closet finding a red Nike duffel bag. The boy continues to cry so I turn my attention to him to try and shush him down by rocking him but it doesn't  work.

I look around the room and spot a binki on the vanity. I grab it and shove it in his mouth and he immediately stops crying as he suckles on the rubber. I let out a long breath of relief and go back into the nursery to put him in the crib.