“Do you think we’re having a boy or a girl?” We had an ultrasound scheduled in a few days to find out the sex. Matteo’s hand joined mine, caressing my stomach. “A boy.” I scowled. “Why, because the big bad Don needs a male heir?” He scoffed and pulled me into his arms, my back pressed tight against his chest as his legs treaded water to keep us afloat. “My naughty girl is feeling very sassy.” He nipped at my ear. “No, because if we have a girl, she’ll be just as pretty as you, and then I’ll have to gouge out all the eyes in New York City… the entire state.”
