hey little songbird
Adrian combed his hair back nervously. Maybe he should tie it back.
He sighed. This was nerve tracking. But it had to be done.
He stepped into the hotel. "Ophelia? Are you in here?"
"Yes, I'm here," she called. "I'm still getting dressed. You said very formal right?"
He cleared his throat. "Yes. When do you think you'll be ready?"
"In a minute. What's going on?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Just wanted to take you to nice dinner is all," he called, brushing his back once more.
She stepped out of the bathroom, looking him over. "Oh wow. You're always dressed up, but I don't think I've ever seen you this dressed up."
He smiled. "You look gorgeous."
She twirled around in her black dress, the one he'd picked out for her, seemingly ages ago. "You think so? I gained a little baby weight, but I still fit it. For now."
He kissed her gently, his arms around his waist. "Lets go. I was thinking in celebration of trip to Italy, we'd get some Italian food. Is that alright?"
"Ah, and these are for you," he handed her bouquet of flowers. She put them to her nose gently.
"It's smells wonderful, thank you," she kissed his cheek.
He smiled, putting them in a vase.
He walked her to the car, opening the door for her. She got in, tucking her dress into the car.
He drove them to the restaurant.
He opened the door for again, leading them into the restaurant. "Are you feeling okay?"
She smiled. They ordered, as Adrian sipped wine.
"So, I know everything has been stressful, but...I'm glad we have time to have this lunch."
"I'm pleasantly surprised," she smiled, sipping her grape juice.
Adrian refilled his glass. "You know I love you..." he started.
"Yep. I know. I feel so special!" She jumped around in her seat making him smile.
"You're so cute," he chuckled. "I know I said this was about a celebration...but there's something else I would like to talk to you about..."
"What do you mean?"
"I...actually—" he stood, swallowing. Here goes. Here goes. "Well, there only one way to say this,"
He got down on his knee, pulling out the ring. "Ophelia...Will you marry me?"
She smiled. "That's why you were so nervous? Did you think I'd say no?"
"I had hoped not," he cleared his throat.
She smiled. "I would be honored to marry you, Adrian."
People clapped in the restaurant.
He grinned, kissing her gently. "Thank you...and...I'm sorry."
"For what?" She asked.
He chuckled. "In advance. For anything I do wrong," he laughed, kissing her again.
He touched her belly, feeling sad.
"I'll make you happy, Ophelia. I promise." He swore, kissing her.
She kissed him back. "I know you will. Hades."
He grinned. "So, should we get married in Sicily?"
She nodded. "That would be wonderful. Oh, Adrian. I'm so happy."
• • •
A few months later...
"Are you sure you're alright," he whispers red.
Ophelia sighed. "Yes. I'm positive."
"Are you really?"
She sighed again. "Yes. Really."
"We're finally back home," he whispered. "And we're safe."
He kissed her gently. "Are you sure you don't want any medicine? They can give you an epidural if you want one."
She sighed. "I'm fine."
"Are you feeling pain? She's in pain. Where's the doctor—"
"I am in the proper amount of pain for birthing a nine pound baby."
• • •
Adrian looked down at his new child. They decided to let it be a surprise. Adrian insisted.
He swallowed deeply. "A girl," he whispered. "She's a girl,"
Ophelia tried to lift her head up. "Let me see her."
Adrian tipped his eyes from the baby, holding her so her mother could see her.
"You look like you saw a ghost?" Ophelia huffed. "Is something wrong? Is my baby alright?"
Adrian grinned. "Yes. Yes she's perfect and she's healthy. She's beautiful, Ophelia."
Ophelia smiles crying. "My baby. I love her so much."
She closed her eyes. "I'm so tired. Put her on my chest."
Adrian sat the baby down in her arms gently. "Here she is. She's gorgeous, little songbird. Really."
Adrians phone rang. He jumped. "Oh. My. Let me take this darling. Rest. I'll be back in a second."
Adrian answered the phone, clearing his throat. "Hello?"
"Healthy baby girl, I assume."
Adrian frowned deeply. "Yes."
"Congratulations. My son is due in two months."
Adrian sighed. "Are you going to keep calling me every month?"
"Yes," Giuseppe grinned. "We're family now! You take care of my little daughter in law. And tell the wife to get some rest."
"Giuseppe if you keep calling me at odd inappropriate hours my wife will think I'm cheating on her."
"Oh I call my children at odd times. My son Domenico got a call from me at 2 in the morning while he was shitting. He still answered. And my son Tomassa I call him right in the middle of sex just to piss him off!"
"I am not your son," Adrian sighed. "You're only a few years older than me."
"Ten. I'm ten years older than you—"
"And my wife just gave birth. Stop being needy."
"You disrespectful little—fine. Fine. But you better call me as soon as you can. I need to know my daughter in law's name."
"She won't be your daughter in law." Adrian murmured. "Because she won't like your demon anyway."
"Good Bye Giuseppe."
"Text me her name—"
Adrian hung up with a tried sigh. Giuseppe seemed to have adopted the family, and called all the time. All the time.
He kept suggesting Italian names and saying that having her born in Sicily would serve him well. He also sent gifts, and food he thought would prolong labor.
Wouldn't it be cute if they were born on the same day, he kept saying.
Adrian had long stopped thinking of him as a mob boss and more as a an annoying older brother, who talked too much.
He stepped back in the room. "Sorry Ophelia."
"Was it Giuseppe?"
"Did you tell him thank you the gifts. They were very nice."
"I did.But he just said it was his duty and ranted in Italian. I'm thinking of blocking him. He calls too much," Adrian sighed, kissing her head.
"It's kind of cute. I think he likes you," Ophelia grinned.
Adrian shrugged. "Well I don't like him. He's very inappropriate."
Ophelia chuckled. "Oh, Hades."
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