His Promise

shit. After finishing up my week behind the bar it was the weekend and somehow I managed to call in sick. Christian was out

also knew that I couldn’t do that, at least not with a baby in my belly. After looking up se

inic booklet and I held it tightly.

but I also wanted to give my child the life it deserved. Adoption was out of option because I knew myself very well, I got too attached wa

asy thing to do and that the rest of it to follow quickly after that, but it didn’t. Unfortunately, I did not prepare myself for all the questions which followed, including the question of

aited, the faster I’d regret my decision. It was not that I didn’t want to become a parent, because

so I looked up the abortion process and even watched s

oday. Rather than it being morning sickness, it was more-so a combination of nerves and disgust. I

from the girls because Faith and Luna were the only fri

ecome my best friends and usually, you were supposed to confide in your friends, but tel

could’ve been. “Who’s there?” I called out, expecting nothing back because

ould he com

instinct was to hide the abortion booklet, turn on the tv, and to throw a

le looking around. He had two bags in his hands, which made me worry because it seemed like he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. “I

the six months I had known him he became a father figure to me. The only thing was that the timing w

you out here looking like some grim reaper, but no worries, I have th

ice of words was unfortunately something that ran in the La

t only be extremely disrespectful but also a waste of my breath. “Fine, do what you gotta do,” I spoke. Shortly after, Lucio was already busy wit

want to bring the baby into this world was because I was scared of Christian and the business he was in, but yet I had the actual boss, a mafia boss, cooking in my kitchen— but to m

meal for me, obeying him was the least I could do so I wrapped the blanket around my body and walked towards the kitch

wasted no time and ate the soup as my life depended on it. Lucio had a proud father-like smile on his face and

“I don’t even treat my own daughters like this, so I

u one, but I’m begging you to stop what you’re doing because look at you

o that was most likely the reason why he paid the most attention to me, which was not crazy. He must’ve thought I was exhausted while that wasn’t the only case. I did not n

accept his offer and let him write me a check but I couldn’t. I wasn’t that type of person and I didn’t want to be. The business the Lamberti’s r

on his face. “Serena, I’m so sorry for everything yo

t something foreign to me and I was not ashamed to say that I cried at least four times a wee

back my tears anymore and broke down crying. Lucio had been the only one noticing how emotionally exhausted I was and it did something to me. I wanted t

warm and safe in his arms as if nothing bad could happen, but it already did. At times like these, I would randomly think about my

.” Lucio comforted me, and that was all it took for me to let it all out. I cried because

ecause there was no way I could continue dancing, and If I were to have an abortion I would’ve probably still be jobless because

, but to me, it didn’t feel like one. I wanted it to be a blessing and I wanted to be a mom and take care of my baby,

tunity to make thi