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A Mafia Princess Pregnant With Twins
Scenario:Eliza an Asian woman was the wife to a Mafia boss and was pregnant but she wasn't quite ready to tell her husband Daniel about the twins yet and kept a box hidden of baby toys waiting for the right time to tell him but he noticed she had been acting weird but couldn't put his finger on it
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Eliza Lee
She is the wife of a Mafia boss and expecting twins. She is secretive, cautious, and nurturing. Eliza keeps her pregnancy secrets hidden from her husband Daniel for fear of his reaction. She has a hidden stash of baby toys, waiting for the right moment to reveal her news. Her life takes a turn when she accidentally reveals her pregnancy to Daniel, who is initially shocked but supportive. Despite her husband's involvement in organized crime, Eliza hopes for a peaceful family life.
Daniel Lee
He is the husband of Eliza Lee and a Mafia boss. He is protective, perceptive, and composed. Daniel senses that something is amiss with Eliza but cannot pinpoint what it is. He initially reacts to the news of twins with shock but eventually becomes supportive, promising to be involved despite his busy lifestyle. As a Mafia boss, he navigates to balance his family life with his criminal responsibilities. He loves Eliza deeply and wants to be a good father.
Nicky Lee
She is the sister of Daniel Lee and involved in the family business. She is sassy, blunt, and caring. Nicky often teases Eliza about her pregnancy while being supportive in her own way. She knows about the Mafia life but chooses not to engage in it beyond supporting family. Her relationship with Daniel is close, often acting as a mediator between Eliza and Daniel's chaotic duties. Nicky keeps a watchful eye over Eliza during her pregnancy.
I was a wife to a Mafia boss and I was pregnant.
I didn't tell my husband that I was having twins.
I hid the toys in the storeroom, waiting for the right moment to tell him.
My sister-in-law knew about it and often teased me about it.
My husband sensed that something was off, but he couldn't tell what it was.
I was happy that I had a readymade family, but I was also scared of telling my husband about the twins.
I thought that he would be happy, but I wasn't sure.
I decided to keep the secret until I found the right moment to tell him.
Maybe when he was less busy with his crime duties, I thought.
"Eliza! What are you doing?"
Nicky asked me as she saw me hiding the toys.
"Oh, Nicky! You scared me," I said, almost dropping the box of toys.
"What is that?"
She asked as she looked at the box.
"It's nothing," I said, trying to hide it from her.
But she took it away from me and opened it.
"Wow! You're preparing for your babies!" she said, looking at me with a big smile on her face.
"Babies? What are you talking about?"
I asked her, trying to act stupid.
"Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about! You're having twins, aren't you?"
She asked as she looked at me.
"How did you know?"
"I'm not stupid, Eliza. I can see that you're preparing for twins," she said, taking out the matching onesies and rattles.
She then took out two identical teddy bears and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
My hands unconsciously went to my stomach, which was still barely showing at twelve weeks.
"Eliza, why didn't you tell Daniel?"
Nicky asked as she set the bears down on the table and crossed her arms over her chest.
I sighed and leaned against the storage room wall.
"I don't know. I just haven't found the right moment yet."
Nicky looked at me skeptically.
"Eliza, you've been married to Daniel for almost two years now. You've had plenty of time to tell him."
"I know," I said, running my hand through my hair.
"But he's been so busy with work lately. I don't want to add to his stress."
Nicky shook her head.
"Eliza, you're his wife. He should know about this."
"I know," I said again.
"But what if he's not happy about it? What if he thinks I'm too much trouble?"
Nicky rolled her eyes.
"Eliza, you're being ridiculous. Daniel loves you. He'll be happy about the babies."
I sighed again and looked down at the floor.
"I hope so," I said quietly.
Nicky walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Eliza, trust me. Daniel will be happy about this. Now, let's get these toys back in the box before someone sees them." We repacked the box and Nicky slid it back onto its shelf in the storage room.
As we turned to leave, we heard footsteps coming down the hall towards us.
We both froze and listened as they got closer and closer until we could hear a voice calling out to us from just outside the door.
"Eliza? Nicky? Are you in there?"
It was Daniel's voice, and he sounded worried.
Nicky looked at me with wide eyes and mouthed "What do we do?"
I shrugged and mouthed back "I don't know!"
The door opened and Daniel stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on us standing there together.
He frowned when he saw us both in the storage room together but didn't say anything about it.
Instead, he just asked "What are you doing in here?"
I quickly slid the box of baby toys behind me with my foot, trying to keep it out of sight.
Nicky saw what I was doing and stepped forward to block Daniel's view of the shelf where the box was hidden.
"We were just looking for some winter blankets," she said, gesturing to the shelves stacked with household items.
Daniel looked around the room, his eyes lingering on each shelf before finally settling on us again.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice softening slightly as he took in our worried expressions.
I nodded, trying to smile reassuringly at him.
"Yeah, everything's fine," I said, hoping that my voice sounded calmer than I felt inside.
Daniel studied us for a moment longer before nodding and turning to leave.
But just as he reached the door, he stopped and turned back around to face us once more. "Actually," he said slowly, "I think I'll stay here for a minute."
He walked over to the shelf where the box of toys was hidden and reached up to grab something from the top shelf.
As his arm brushed against the box, Nicky and I both jumped back in surprise, our hearts racing with fear that he would discover our secret.
But Daniel didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary; instead, he pulled down a stack of plates and turned around to face us again.
"Here," he said, holding out the plates towards us.
"You can use these for dinner tonight."
We both stared at him in confusion for a moment before Nicky finally spoke up.
"Um, thanks," she said hesitantly.
"But we already have enough dishes for dinner."
Daniel frowned slightly at this response but didn't say anything else; instead, he simply nodded and turned back around to leave once more. As soon as he was gone, Nicky let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall beside me.
"That was close!" she whispered urgently.
I nodded in agreement, still feeling my heart pounding in my chest from our narrow escape.
"I know," I whispered back.
"But we can't keep hiding this forever. Eventually, we're going to have to tell him about the babies."
Nicky nodded solemnly at this statement before speaking up again.
"I know. But until then, let's just focus on getting through each day without giving anything away."
I smiled weakly at her words before nodding in agreement once more.
"Sounds like a plan," I said softly.
Standing in our bedroom, I fold the laundry that I had just finished washing and place it into the basket.
Daniel is standing at the bathroom door, brushing his teeth and preparing for bed.
I watch him from the corner of my eye, wondering how he hasn't noticed the subtle changes in my body yet.
I'm wearing a loose-fitting silk nightgown that falls to my knees, but I know that it can't hide my small but growing bump for much longer.
I feel Daniel's arms wrap around me from behind as he presses a kiss to the back of my neck.
His hands rest on my stomach, exactly where our twins are growing inside me.
I tense slightly at his touch, remembering how I had to run to the bathroom this morning to throw up before he could see me.
I also remember the prenatal vitamins that I had stashed away in my drawer, hidden from prying eyes.
The smell of Daniel's cologne wafts up to my nose, making my sensitive stomach turn.
I quickly step away from him, trying not to show how sick I feel. "I'll be right back," I say, hurrying out of the room before he can ask me what's wrong.
I head down the hall towards the kitchen, but instead of getting water like I said I would, I duck into the bathroom and lock myself inside.
Leaning over the sink, I take deep breaths and try to calm my racing heart.
When I finally feel steady enough to move again, I splash some cold water on my face and pat it dry with a towel before heading back upstairs.
As soon as I enter our bedroom, Daniel looks up from his phone and frowns at me in concern.
"Eliza, are you feeling alright?" he asks, setting his phone down and walking over to me.
I force a smile, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, just needed a moment to myself," I reply, hoping he doesn't press further.
He studies me for a moment, his eyes searching mine. "You've been acting strange lately. Is there something you're not telling me?"
I sit down on the edge of our bed, watching Daniel's reflection in the dresser mirror as he stands behind me.
His hands rest on my shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the tense muscles.
The familiar gesture that usually brings me comfort now makes my stomach churn with guilt.
I focus on folding the last shirt, my fingers trembling slightly as I smooth out non-existent wrinkles.
Daniel kneels beside me, taking the shirt from my hands and setting it aside.
His eyes search mine, waiting for the truth.
I force myself to meet his gaze, but my mouth goes dry.
"Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice softening.
I swallow hard, my mind racing for an excuse.
"Everything's fine," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.
Daniel studies me for a moment longer before nodding and standing up.
"I'll let you finish getting ready," he says, walking towards the bathroom.
As soon as he's out of sight, I let out a shaky breath and slump forward, burying my face in my hands.
The weight of my secret presses down on me, making it hard to breathe.
I hear the sound of the shower turning on and know I need to pull myself together before Daniel returns.
I stand up and make my way to the bathroom door, pausing for a moment before knocking softly.
"Daniel?"
I call out, my voice muffled by the sound of running water.
"Yeah?" he responds, his voice carrying through the closed door.
"I'm going to meet Elizabeth for dinner. I'll see you later."
There's a pause before he responds.
"Okay. Have fun."
I nod, even though he can't see me, and turn away from the door. Elizabeth and I sit down at our usual table in the Italian restaurant, surrounded by the familiar scent of freshly baked bread and simmering pasta sauces.
The waiter arrives promptly to take our order, and Elizabeth requests her usual spaghetti with meatballs while I opt for fettuccine Alfredo with chicken.
As we wait for our food to arrive, we engage in small talk about everything from work gossip to our favorite TV shows.
But beneath the surface of our casual conversation lies a deeper connection that only comes from years of friendship and shared experiences.
When our food arrives, we dive in eagerly, savoring each bite of the delicious pasta dishes in front of us.
The rich flavors dance on my tongue as I twirl strands of fettuccine around my fork, relishing every last morsel.
After finishing our meals, we linger over cups of coffee and continue chatting until it's time to part ways. As I walk back to the car, I feel content but also slightly drowsy from the heavy pasta meal.
The weight of my secret feels heavier than ever as I drive home, knowing that soon, everything will change.
I sink into our leather couch after dinner, the soft cushions enveloping me in comfort.
The TV drones in the background, a familiar hum that provides a sense of normalcy.
My eyes grow heavy, the exhaustion from hiding my pregnancy finally catching up with me.
My hand instinctively cradles my growing belly, a habit I've developed over the past weeks.
The sound of Daniel's footsteps echoes down the hallway, but I'm too tired to react.
His shadow falls over me, casting a dark silhouette against the flickering light from the TV.
"Eliza?"
His voice startles me awake, and I jolt upright.
My hand still rests protectively over my stomach, and I quickly move it away, but it's too late.
Daniel's eyes are fixed on where my hand had been, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity.
"You've been taking a lot of naps lately," he says, his voice low and concerned.
I sit up straighter, smoothing my blouse and trying to compose myself.
"I'm pregnant," I finally admit, my voice steady but my heart racing.
I watch his face intently, waiting for any sign of displeasure or worry.
But instead, his features soften, and a smile spreads across his face - not the calculated one he uses for business, but the genuine warmth he saves for private moments.
He moves closer, pulling me into his arms.
His embrace is gentle, as if he already knows to be careful with me.
The familiar scent of his cologne envelops me, but this time it doesn't make me nauseous.
"We'll figure this out together," he whispers into my hair.
My body trembles with relief, but I haven't told him everything yet.
"There's something else," I say, my voice barely audible.
He pulls back slightly, searching my eyes with a hint of apprehension.
"What is it, Eliza?"
I sit on the edge of our bed, Daniel's hands still warm on my shoulders.
The ultrasound photos burn in my pocket where I've kept them hidden for weeks.
My fingers shake as I reach for my purse, pulling out the black and white images.
"There's something else," I say, spreading the photos on the bedspread.
Daniel leans forward, squinting at the two distinct shapes.
His breath catches.
I point to each tiny form, explaining how the doctor confirmed twins at my last appointment.
Daniel's eyes widen, and he lets out a breathless laugh.
"Twins? We're having twins?" he asks, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.
I nod, tears welling up in my eyes as I watch the realization dawn on him.
I lean against our bedroom wall, watching Daniel study the ultrasound photos spread across our bed.
"How far along are you?"
Daniel asks, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and concern.
"Three months," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes light up, and he turns to me with a smile that reaches his eyes.
"Three months," he repeats, as if the reality is sinking in.
He gets up from the bed and walks to the empty room next to ours, pushing the door open with a sense of purpose.
I follow him silently, my heart pounding in anticipation.
The room is bare except for a few boxes we never unpacked after moving into this house.
Daniel stands in the middle of the room, his eyes scanning every corner.
"We can put two cribs over there," he says, pointing to one wall.
"And a changing table here."
He moves to another corner, his gestures animated with excitement.
"And matching rocking chairs over there. We'll need two gliders so we can feed them at the same time."
My heart swells at his enthusiasm, but a flicker of worry crosses my mind.
"Daniel, we have time. We don't need to do everything right now."
But he's already pacing around the room, envisioning our future.
"We can paint it next weekend," he continues, ignoring my concerns.
"A soft blue for one wall and a pale yellow for the other. And we'll need to get a crib mobile that plays lullabies." I watch him, touched by his eagerness to prepare for our twins.
But when he mentions painting the room himself next weekend, I can't help but cringe inwardly.
