Third-person point of view.
All hell breaks loose, Marco had gone berserk, his eyes blazing with fury seeing his woman in such painful condition didn’t only instill fear in him, it also made him lose his sanity.
A commotion has erupted, shouts and bullets filled the air. The first bullet Marco released hits Giorgio square in the head, Giorgio body immediately slump to the ground lifeless.
Roman saw that the situation isn’t under his control to begin with, wants to retreat, but it was already too late. He has brought out the beast in Marco, and there’s no way he would escape from his end.
“Going somewhere?” Marco growled, jumping in front of Roman. Marco moved like lightning, stunning Roman, Marco was a few feet’s away the last time he saw him. “You were pleading for death the moment you decide to mess with me, and then I decided to grant your death wish when you put my woman in harms way.” Marco snarled, and launched himself at Roman.
His fist flew in the air, connecting with Roman jaw, sending him stumbling back a few away. Roman recovered from the hit, charging at Marco with the hidden weapon in the sleeve of his shirt.
Marco sidestepped him, grabbing Roman’s wrist and twisting it until the hidden blade clattered to the ground. With a swift kick, he sent Roman crashing into the wall. The bullets flying around as their men fight against each other doesn’t seem to bother Marco.
Roman and Giorgio seem to have reinforcements ready to back them up when the fight starts, unfortunately for them, Marco and his men came prepared. Equally, setting ambush on them.
Marco’s main focus was Roman, he would rather not end his life easily. He wants to give him a slow and painful death, but didn’t have that patience anymore. The woman who holds his heart is in pain, and she needs his support, hence putting an end to this nuisance.
He throws a few more punches at Roman, who for Christ’s sake could barely fight back. He landed a successful punch at Marco once, hitting Marco on the chest, and that was it.
Marco pinned Roman to the ground, his hands around Roman’s throat cutting short his air supply. Roman’s face was a bloody mess, his eyes swollen shut. Marco stretched out his palm and Matthew hand him a gun.
Roman tries to shake his head helplessly, silently begging Marco not to kill him. But Marco was far from being nice, he pulled the trigger. The bullet getting lost in Roman’s mouth, also putting an end to his aimless struggle.
The whole room fell silent, except for the sound of groaning captives Marco men had held. Marco stood tall, his chest heaving with rage. The only thing in his mind now is to get to his wife.
He gave a single nod to Matthew, who understood what his boss said without speaking.
Zoey’s eyes screwed shut as another contraction wracks her body. Feeling like she was being torn apart from the inside out.
“You’re doing well, dear.” Her mother-in-law encouraged, soothing her pain. Zoey’s grip on her was painful, but she didn’t make any sound of discomfort.
Knowing the pain was nothing compared to what Zoey was feeling.
Zoey was rushed into the delivery ward, the bright light and antiseptic smells overwhelming her senses. She tried as much as possible to regulate her breath, as she was beginning to lose her breath.
“Get her on the bed.” The doctor instructed. Nurses swarmed in the room available to assist.
She felt a cold, firm surface beneath her as she was lifted onto the delivery table. A nurse strapped a monitor to her belly, and the sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room.
“Contractions are two minutes apart.” The nurse reported to the doctor.
Zoey’s eyes fixed on the ceiling, her fist gripping the delivery table as another contraction hit. Dr. Linda began the examination, her gloved hands probing Zoey’s cervix.
“Seven centimeters dilated,” Dr. Linda announced. “We’re going to set up for delivery.”
The nurses scurried around to prepare the delivery instructions, while Dr. Linda explained the situation to Women. (Marco’s mom, aunt Tricia, Aunt Valerie and Camila.)
Zoey’s world fades to the contractions and the baby’s heartbeat. She felt like she was losing control, her body taking over.
After the preparation for the delivery, “It’s time to push, ma’am.” Dr. Linda finally said, almost putting an end to Zoey’s misery.
Zoey pushed with all she got and after a few pushes, screaming and tears, the baby came out into the world. The sound of the baby’s first cry filled the room, Zoey felt a sense of relief and joy wash over her.
“Your baby girl is here.” Dr. Linda brought the baby over to Zoey, she carried her baby in her arms with such tenderness, and love. Her eyes brimming with tears of happiness, her heart swelling with pride as she stared at her little one.
The peaceful and beautiful moment between the mother and the newborn was interrupted when the door burst open. Marco rushed in, his face etched with worry.
Marco took in the sight before him, his anxiety melted away, replaced by a sense of awe. His gaze remains fixed on his wife on the bed, her eyes shining with bushes tears of joy.
In her arms, is their little happiness wailing softly, its tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. Marco’s heart swelled with love and pride as he gazed on his daughter, the daughter he had longed for. His eyes drinking in every feature, every detail he of her tiny face.
It’s obvious he had found a new favorite.
“Fuck! I came late.” He whispered, voice filled with raw emotions. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, his lungs deflating with a mix of relief and regret.
“You’re here now.” Zoey smiled weakly,” That’s all that matters.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He wanted to be here when his little girl is being brought to the world, but he missed that because of the situation earlier. He hasn’t been present throughout her pregnancy, and he vowed to be present every waking minute of the day for his family.
“She’s so beautiful.” Marco’s expression was one of pure wonder, he reaches out a trembling hand to touch her tiny fingers. “So perfect.” He whispered.
“Would you like to hold her?” Zoey asked.
Marco nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving his daughter’s face as one of the nurses helped him with the baby. Marco cradled his daughter in his arms gently and tenderly.
Who could have thought the mighty mafia boss would be the gentle with anyone.
“What’s her name?” Aunt Tricia asked.
“Aria.” Marco spoke, “Her name is Aria.”
As he held Aria close, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. He stroked her soft hair, her cheeks, and her tiny nose, his touch gentle and reverent. “I’m so in love with you already,” he whispered to his daughter. “And I’m so proud of you, Zoey. You’re an amazing mother.”
Marco leaned over and kissed Zoey softly on the forehead. “Thank you for this precious gift,” he whispered. “I promise to always be there for you, Adriano and Aria.”
The room erupted in a chorus of oohs and aahs. Aunt Tricia and Aunt Valerie cooed over the baby’s tiny features, while Camila snapped photos to capture the moment. Women, Marco’s mom, beamed with pride, her eyes shining with happy tears.
But Marco only had eyes for his daughter and wife. He felt like the luckiest man alive, his heart full to bursting with love and gratitude. As he gazed at Aria, he knew that his life would never be the same again. He had become a father, and his world had expanded in ways he never thought possible.
“I promise to always protect you, provide for you, and love you with every fiber of my being,” Marco affirmed. “You are my little one.”
As the room fell silent, Marco’s words hung in the air, a promise to his daughter and a declaration of his love. The scene faded to black as Marco, Zoey, and Aria basked in the warmth of their newfound love and happiness.