Page 122 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

With each pulse of sharp pain, I push with everything in me, a fresh batch of throat-tearing cries accompanying each one. It doesn’t take long when I hear a tiny cry that immediately melts my heart. However, I don’t get the chance to celebrate as a newer set of contractions rears its ugly head. This time is agonizing, searing through me like a glass shard.

I push almost instantly, tears filling my eyes as the pain envelops my entire being.

“Take slow breaths and give the last few pushes. You’re almost there,” I hear the doctor say, his voice a distant echo.

Though I feel no strength, I nod anyway as Ezra brushes a strand of sweat-soaked hair from my forehead. I scream, leaning forward and push with all I have.

The cries of our second baby fill the room at that moment, and I collapse on the bed, my body spent and exhausted. Ezra’s lips press gently to my forehead, though his words are lost in the whirlwind of emotions surging through me. The sound of our second baby’s cry joins the first moments later.

Ten minutes pass, and my attention locks onto the nurses approaching with the two tiny bundles, now cleaned and swaddled, in their arms. When they place my babies on either side of me, I let out a shaky breath, my chest tightening with overwhelming love as they instantly quiet in my arms.

I glance up at Ezra, standing beside me, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Our babies, Raven,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “They’re perfect.”

I can only nod, a smile curving my lips as I look down at our boys, their tiny fingers curling around mine. My heart swells impossibly larger, love surging through every part of me. A few hours later, we’re moved to a private recovery room, where the soft beeping of machines fills the silence.

Ezra coos at our babies in my arms, a proud smile lighting up his face as the doctor and two nurses check on me. I can’t help but smile as I take in the joy on his face.

“Everyone seems to be in good health, but we’ll be back later to check on you three,” the doctor says, with a warm smile before stepping out.

Just as I nod, a soft knock pulls our attention to the door, where a nurse peeks her head in. “Sorry to interrupt, but… there’s a package. From one Elio.”

“Elio?” Ezra repeats, surprise flickering across his face.

Before we can ask anything else, the nurse steps aside, revealing a massive box and Elio himself, looking as smug as ever. “Congratulations!” he announces, wheeling in a cart stacked high with bright pink boxes.

My jaw drops at the sight below. The entire truck is loaded with Barbie toys— dolls, playsets, even a life-sized Barbie Dreamhouse.

I turn to Ezra, my eyes wide in shock. “Didn’t you tell Elio we’re having boys?”

Ezra rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “He asked,” he admits, “but... I wanted to surprise him.”

I blink, then burst into laughter. I can’t help it. The idea of Elio, tough-as-nails Elio, gifting us a truck full of Barbies because he thought we were having girls is just too much. Ezra chuckles beside me, and soon, we’re both laughing so hard that it feels like I might burst from sheer happiness.

Leaning back, I shake my head and glance down at our babies, their tiny faces perfect and peaceful. I’m so tired, my muscles aching in every possible way, but I can’t tear my eyes away from them. Ezra bends down and plants a soft kiss on my head, his eyes locking with me.

“I couldn’t be happier,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

I smile through my own tears, reaching out to touch his cheek.

“Me, too,” I whisper.

The End.