Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Compleanno

"Yeah," she let out a deep sigh as she leaned her head on my right shoulder. "It didn't hurt this bad with Napoleon and my bump was bigger then."

"Well, pregnancy mysteries we will never understand," I shrugged on my way to the dining table.

Dinner was great, Arabella felt much better once I went to get her heating pad and Mariano finally put down the damn phone. I'm a needy little bitch who needs attention from slut #2 and slut #3 all the fucking time.

Once we were done eating, Napoleon was asleep and Arabella had already given up, for the day, on getting the name of Ilya's crush out of him. If you're wondering, he never told her actual name but gave me some facts about her like: she has rare name, she is an important woman in the criminal world and that her ascendancy is Italian. It wasn't fun being teased.

"See you tomorrow when I'm 32," I grinned slapping Mariano's forehead. "No phone's allowed tomorrow, bitch."

"Yeah yeah," dismissed, again.

Arabella went to our bedroom while I went to Napoleon's bedroom to put him down for the day. "Goodnight, piccolo. Amo amo," my lips placed a gentle peck on his forehead before pulling the blankets up to his neck.

Napoleon let out the cutest little whimper as he held his shark plush, tightly.

Tomorrow we have to find a way to take that costume off of him; it hasn't been washed in a week and he does everything in it.

Back in the honeymoon suite aka master bedroom, Arabella was smearing body lotion all over her belly "She's been restless today."

"I'll give you a massage, princess, just let me change into my PJs. Okay?"

My wife nodded as she pulled down her long-sleeve before lying on her right side "Please hurry."

It is true that her backaches have been more severe this time around, although with Napoleon they were throughout the whole pregnancy (or at least the second half since I was fucking kidnapped the first half of it) and this time it's been the last month that has been absolutely taking a toll on her. After the party with the Athenas, she has barely gotten out of bed and sometimes cries herself to sleep because of how bad the pain is. Even though she's taking Tylenol it doesn't do much; I've been doing a lot of research and the accupuntere has worked but she can't have the needles in her 24/7.

"Lavender or eucalyptus, princess?" I squatted down by her side of the bed and showed her the two glass bottles.

"Lavender," she replied with a soft smile on her face.

"Perfect," I left the eucalyptus bottle on her nightstand and climbed onto the bed. "Full-body or just your back, princess?"

"Just my back, please," Arabella picked up her phone. "Chiara says Angela baked her an apple pie."

My right eyebrow arched as I pulled up my wife's shirt to her upper back "And she didn't burn down the place?"

"It was achieved on her third try but she made it happen," Arabella chuckled softly.

Emiliano and Angela have also requested for more privacy, although that's not how this family rolls, I told them they could stay at the Palazzo in the city. I purchased the property about a month ago because I'm planning something for kids who come from families with low income but I'm postponing it until baby Artemis is at least six months old; she needs to say 'daddy' first, Arabella and I have a bet and whoever loses has to do something we haven't settled on, yet.