Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Artemis

"Because you were on a trip!" I defended.

"I was gone for 36 hours!"

"I'm sorry!" I laughed "forgive me, baby," my arms laced around his neck.

"Yeah yeah, you're lucky the capo loves you," he huffed before giving me a good morning kiss. "I love you so fucking much! Ugh!" My husband growled hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

"Baby," I chuckled trying to push him away "stop it before I get horny."

"That's exactly what I want," he whispered wrapping my legs around his torso. "Come on, baby girl—"

"Mamma!" A little knock on the door.

Apollo and I looked at each other confused. He went to open the door and Napoleon ran in "Piccolo, hi," little man climbed onto the bed with the help of the sheets and came to lie down beside me as he held his shark plush close to himself.

"Mamma, io affamato," he pointed at his open mouth making Apollo and I smile.

(Mom, I hungry)

"Bene, certo che hai fame; non volevi cenare ieri sera," I got up on my feet and placed my hands on my hips. Napsy knows he did wrong.

(Well, of course you're hungry; you didn't want to eat your dinner last night)

"Pappa," he gazed at Apollo who was smiling "aiuto."

(Dad, help)

Apollo laughed sitting beside Napoleon "Do you want some pancakes?"

"Sì!" My son climbed onto his father and wrapped his little arms around his neck as Apollo got up.

(Yes!)

"Fine but he needs to eat strawberries and apple too," I told walking into the bathroom. "I'll be right down!"

"Take your time, Princess!" Then the door shut close.

As I took a lukewarm shower, I thought about something that's been going through my mind lately. Maybe a little bit too much but I just can't help but wonder what my life would've been like if I had taken Stefano's offer at my wedding.

What if I had run away and started a new life away from the world that has hurt me?

I don't regret anything of what's happened since I met Apollo; he is the love of my life even if I was designed for him. Maybe that's why he is the love of my life but who cares? I'm honestly beyond happy where I am. There's not a thing I would change from our journey.

However, it doesn't hurt to wonder. I imagine I would've run away to Paris, tried to find love but failed because none of them would know who I truly was. None of them would've understood my personality because to share what I've been through would probably scare every normal guy away. I imagine I would've gone back to Apollo and asked him to give me a chance although he would've played hard to get, his answer would've been 'yes'...because we are meant to be.

There's a Mexican saying: Si es para ti aunque te quites, y si no, aunque te pongas. That means that if something is for you then you won't be able to avoid it but if it isn't even if you stand in the way of it, it will keep on avoiding you because that's just not your destiny.

Apollo has always been my destiny. Speaking of destiny: Artemis is kicking and her little hands are stretching my skin "Hi, piccola; you know mommy is thinking about daddy. You, Napoleon, and daddy are my whole world, baby." I rubbed my bump which is smaller than last time which is great because finding a sleeping position is easier.

Once out of the shower I changed into a black washed oversized t-shirt dress and black Doc Martens because today I want to go out with my husband and son. Chiara isn't ready to be around so many people so she's staying with the triplets who adore my baby sister, luckily the feeling is mutual.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Napoleon was sitting on his father's shoulders as Apollo flipped the pancakes while humming a Shawn Mendes song. More specifically Queen.

"Look who showed up," the man grinned gazing at me "my queen."

"No no no," I wagged my right index "il capo."

"Fine, Mrs. Mafia," he threw a piece of apple at me and I caught it with my mouth "score!" He clapped and Napoleon squealed excitedly.

"What are we celebrating?" Ilya walked into the room clapping and was shortly joined by Mariano holding his babies then Emiliano who had Angela in his arms.

"He threw a piece of apple at me and I caught it with my mouth," I grinned and they all rolled their eyes before walking away. "Okay assholes!"

Apollo made around 40 pancakes while I cut the fruit and squeezed the orange juice. We took everything to the table in three trips and once we were all seated I took Apollo's hand in mine before clinking my glass with a knife to get their attention "Listen up, stuck up motherfuckers," I said with a smile on my lips; they all glared at me making my hubby laugh "We have a name for the baby."

"Oh that's great, you named your first after the British name for diaper; this should be g–" before Enzo could stop talking, Napoleon had already thrown a pancake at him.

"You wish you had a cool name," Apollo growled.

Enzo flipped his brother off "Fuck you."

"Double fuck you," Apollo scoffed.

"Fuck you with a stick–"

"Jesus Christ," I rubbed my face.

"Cock!" Napoleon shouted before bursting into laughter.

Ilya smiled as he sat across from me "Lovely family."

Mariano wrapped his hand around the back of my neck massaging my knots; I taught him that last time I was preggo "They'll eventually stop fighting. What name have you chosen?"

"Artemis," I said with a soft smile.

"ENZO, SHUT UP!" Everyone shouted following Armani's lead.

"Fine!" he crossed his arms huffing.

"What did you say, Arabella?" Armani seemed out of breath.

Apollo's hand rested on top of mine, once again "We are naming her Artemis."

Viktor got up on his feet holding a mimosa in his right hand "To Artemis DiStefano."

"To Artemis DiStefano," we toasted.

I like this chapter; it's soft and happy which they deserve 🥺💕
Love you
-M