Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Sarah’s POV.

The next morning, I awoke with a splitting headache, and I instinctively clutched my head in both hands, groaning in discomfort. As I lay there, the door creaked open, and Alex appeared with a thoughtful expression, carrying a tray in his hands.

His face brightened at the sight of me, and he greeted me with a warm smile, “Good morning, babe.” He approached the bed gracefully and carefully set the tray down beside me.

I could only manage a weak groan in response to his cheerful demeanor, clearly still feeling the effects of the headache.

“Headache?” Alex inquired with genuine concern as he took a seat beside me.

“Deadly,” I replied, wincing slightly as I inhaled and exhaled sharply.

Without hesitation, he handed me two Advil tablets and a glass of water, advising, “Take this. And have your favorite coffee. You will feel better.”

I followed his instructions without question, swallowing the tablets and then reaching for the comforting aroma of the coffee on the tray.

Alex watched me closely for a moment, seemingly contemplating something before he finally spoke again, his tone serious, “Did you remember anything from last night?”

I shook my head, trying to recall the events of the previous night, but my memories were hazy and fragmented. “Ah… a little bit. I have a vague memory of last night. Maybe I drank too much.”

“We need to talk, Sarah,” he said, and I nodded in agreement, curious and slightly apprehensive about the conversation to come.

Alex slid off the bed and began pacing around the room, his body language revealing a deep sense of stress. I couldn’t help but feel concerned about what was on his mind.

“Alex, please sit down,” I urged gently, patting the bed beside me. He obliged, quickly covering the distance between us in three long strides and settling down by my side. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“Sarah, listen to me first,” he said, his voice filled with earnestness. “Don’t panic, and don’t feel any pressure. I want you to take your time to think before you react, okay?”

His words only served to heighten my confusion, leaving me wondering what exactly he wanted to discuss.

” You are scaring me, Alex,” I raised both of her eyebrows.

Alex chuckled. “Just hear me out, ” He said.

I nodded. Alex took a deep breath.

“I understand that you might feel scared after what happened last night. But I want you to trust me; I will always protect you,” Alex began, his voice filled with sincerity and reassurance.

“Yeah, I trust you, Alex,” I replied, trying to match his smile with a faint one of my own.

Then, without warning, he dropped a surprising announcement, “I want to start our family.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I was taken aback by the suddenness of his desire.

“What?” I stammered, struggling to process the revelation.

“Baby, my parents always wanted us to start a family from the very beginning. And now, I yearn for it too,” he admitted, baring his vulnerability.

Feeling conflicted, I gently covered his hand on my shoulder with my own, seeking comfort and connection. “But, Alex, we just got married, and we’re still getting to know each other. I don’t think it’s the right time to have a baby. Maybe we should wait a little longer,” I suggested, hoping he would understand my perspective.

Alex nodded understandingly, acknowledging my point of view. “Sarah, I’m not entirely ready for this either, but there are some duties I am bound to fulfill,” he explained.

He shifted his hand from my shoulder to my arm, reaching for my hand and enclosing it between his. With a tender grasp, he continued, “And besides, we’re married. Eventually, we’ll have children, so why not now? I believe becoming parents will bring us closer and help us understand each other better.”

His gaze bore into my eyes, as if searching my soul for the answers he sought. “I’ve never felt this way with anyone else. I want to spend my entire life with you in my arms. I can’t explain what this feeling is, but it’s only you who makes me feel like this,” he confessed, his emotions laid bare.

His words left me gasping for breath, utterly speechless. My mind raced to find the right words, but the rush of emotions overwhelmed me, making it difficult to articulate my thoughts. Everything was happening so quickly that my mind struggled to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I tried to find the perfect response, but all that came out was a faint whisper of uncertainty.

“Alex, I don’t know what to say,” I began, my voice filled with uncertainty. I paused, searching his face for any reaction, but it remained stoic, devoid of any emotions, and he listened intently to my words.

“We just got married, and it’s only been a month. I think we should give ourselves more time. Maybe you’re acting impulsively after our fight and making hasty decisions. But please, think it through once more. Having a baby is a significant decision. We can’t decide at the snap of a finger,” I implored, holding his hand firmly as I gazed softly into his eyes.

“So you need time?” he finally spoke.

“I need some time. We need to give ourselves time. Let’s wait and see how our relationship grows. Please, Alex,” I pleaded, not wanting to hurt him but needing to express my feelings honestly.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Okay, sweetheart. Take your time. I’m not in a hurry. I can wait for you to be ready to start a family with me until the end of this world,” he reassured me, a warm smile spreading across his face.

Relieved that he understood, I returned his smile with gratitude and affection.

“Baby, you fought with me and left home. You didn’t tell me where you were going. Never do that again, okay?!” he said, his tone serious as he expressed his concern.

I nodded, feeling a sense of remorse and promising silently to be more considerate in the future.

“Baby girl, you were a very bad girl last night. And you know that bad girls deserve punishment,” he stated, his eyes narrowing playfully.

I gasped, a mixture of surprise and intrigue. “Are you… Are you going to punish me?” I asked, finding it hard to believe that Alex could ever intentionally hurt me.

Alex leaned in closer to my shoulder, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered teasingly, “Oh, baby girl, you’re going to love your punishment. I promise.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I closed my eyes, waiting in anticipation for what he had in store for me.