Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
Daniel…”
Kent laughs at her then, which shakes her even more. ” Daniel was never going to use that ring, Natalia. And we both know it. Fay is the mother of my child, and beyond that shes the one I want. I chose her, Natalia I love her.
You’re only embarrassing yourself if you try to insist that anything else is the truth.”
Natalia’s face falls, devastated, as she finally understands.
That there were no tricks, no mistakes. Fay and Kent they were written. God, he knew it the moment he saw her.
As Kent stares down at Natalia’s clear grief, he finds a little space for pity in his heart, but not enough to give her any more of his time. Because Kent is well aware that Natalia has known about him and Fay for longer than she’s pretending even if she didn’t admit it to herself. Natalia who is always so good to Daniel, who she sees as her son?
She’d never have been so cruel to the girl who was supposed to be Daniel’s bride.
No, Natalia had been jealous of Fay the moment she walked into the house. Some intuitive part of her must have noticed it, must have seen the way that Kent looked at Fay, how much he wanted her right from the very start.
No, Natalia had no grace for Fay, not a single moment of it in her envious heart. And so Kent has no grace for Natalia
not anymore.
He turns, striding down the hall and away, ready to close this deal and this criminal chapter of his life.
His spirit soars at the idea because as soon as this is done? The rest of his wonderful life begins a life with Fay at his side, raising their little boy. And he’s breathless with excitement for that.
Natalia watches Kent walk away down the hall, her eyes filling with tears. But not just tears of grief. Those are there
but anger accompanies them, and hatred, and jealousy, and rage. Because she has waited years for Kent to come back to her to lay at her feet the life he’s given to Fay, who he’s known for months.
“You’ll pay for this,” Natalia hisses under her breath. “Kent Lippert you’ll pay, and so will she. I’ll die before I let you get away with this.”
And then Natalia turns, striding down the hall towards her own room to begin her plans.
Hours later, when everything is finished, Kent walks slowly back to the room. His head is pounding with the exertions of the last few hours because honestly, he really has been running on fumes, pushing himself to concentrate, to keep everything steady.
It was all worth it, of course, to see everything come out right but god, when was the last time he actually slept? A few rough hours in the car hadn’t done much
His jaw stretches wide in a yawn as he pushes open the door to his room the bedroom he slept in as a child, which Nonna had lead Fay to this morning. It’s different now, of course a pleasant guest room, cleared free of all of Kent’s old toys and possessions. But Kent doesn’t mind that, because it contains now with the things that mean everything to him: Fay and Dominic.
And, well, Daniel matters just as much but he’s not here right now. Kent makes a mental note to seek out his son soon. Just…maybe after a dozen hours of sleep. The boy, he knows, can entertain himself for that long.
“How is she?” Kent nods towards the sleeping Fay as he whispers to Valentina, who comes to his side. Dominic is curled sleeping in her arms.
“Oh, she’s fine” Valentina sighs, smiling over at Fay. “Just exhausted. Honestly, Kent, I’ll never forgive you for dragging her -“
“Yeah, yeah,” Kent says on a sigh, reaching out and taking his son from her arms. “Talk to the Don about that one, not me.”
Valentina laughs a little and stands on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll leave you. But come get me if you need me or just shout, I’ll be right down the hall -“
“We’ll be fine, Valentina,” Kent laughs, smiling at her. “You’ll get to hold the baby again tomorrow, don’t worry.”
“I had better! Goodnight, beautiful little prince,” Valentina murmurs, tapping Dominic on the nose before moving out of the room.
Kent gives his baby a kiss on the head as he walks slowly to Nonna, who has made quite a good bit of progress knitting a little cap and slippers for Dominic in the past few hours. “Where is Janeen?” he asks, glancing around the room.
“The purple one?” Nonna asks, looking up at Kent with a smirk that makes him smile. “I sent her away to go be with the boys and with Gio. She was bored after a little bit I could sense it. She is vivid, that one. I like her.”
Kent nods, agreeing, but not needing to say much. Nonna, she likes to fill the room with chatter, speaking for both of them. Probably why I don’t say much now, Kent considers,looking fondly down at the old woman as she gathers her knitting into a little bag.
“You know,” she says, looking slyly up at him. “I really shouldn’t let you stay in here with your little Fay. You know I don’t approve of people staying in the same room if they’re not married.”
Kent bursts out laughing at this and gestures towards the baby. “I think we’re a little beyond that now, mama,” he murmurs.
“Yes,” she says, laughing and reaching for the baby, wanting to see him one more time before she goes. “And while l’m always glad to have another child in the family, I expect you to do right by that girl.” She nods towards Fay now, and Kent nods back.
“I intend to,” he says, very serious. It’s been too long, frankly. He should have done it ages ago should have done it the day he carried her out of the strip club. Just dragged her, kicking and screaming, off to a chapel. Hed known then, even if hed spent a great deal of time denying it.
“Well” Nonna says, reaching up to pat his cheek fondly. “I suppose one night won’t hurt, my handsome boy.”
Kent murmurs his agreement, turning his head to press a kiss to her palm. Nonna smiles at him with so much love in her eyes that Kent’s heart aches to see it.
“I’m glad to have my boy back,” she says, nodding to him. ~
Don’t you run away again.”
“I won’t,” he promises, meaning it. And then he bends down so that Nonna can press a kiss to his cheek, and she quietly pads from the room. Kent takes a deep breath in the dusky silence of the room, carrying his newborn son over to the bassinet that waits on his side of the bed.
Kent studies his son for a moment, and then presses a kiss to his cheek before he checks the little boy’s swaddle, making sure it’s tight.
When Dominic is lovingly tucked in, Kent settles him into the bassinet and climbs into the bed next to the woman he loves.
And then Kent gathers Fay into his arms, and tucks his head down against hers, and falls asleep for the first time as a free man.
When I wake up, I can tell by the way that the sun shines through the window that the morning is well advanced. My first instinct, of course, is to curl up even tighter in Kent’s arms, to bask in the warmth of his body, to catch just a few more minutes of sleep
But then I hear my little baby fussing in his bassinet and a huge smile breaks out onto my face.
Because I have a little baby and he needs me, but hes warm, and he’s safe, and I just…absolutely love that.
So l uncurl myself from Kent’s side, doing my best not to wake him, and I scurry around the bed honestly, who put the bassinet on this side and lift my little boy up into my arms.
“Ohhh, little baby,” I whisper to him as he starts to cry just a little. “It will be all right. Don’t you worry about a thing.”
Shushing softly, I carry Dominic over to my side of the bed and curl up against the pillows, pulling my nightgown down just a little so that I can feed him. My little boy eagerly latches, his sleepy eyes still closed as he does.
Dominic got us up a few times over the night, hungry and then wanting to be changed, but a sleepy Kent and I managed it together. Overall, I’m feeling much more rested than I have felt in the past 72 hours almost human again, which is probably saying something for a new mom.
I glance at Kent and, seeing that hes still asleep, I take a minute to marvel at my little boy my son, who I love so incredibly much already. I mean, I know I’m his mother and I’m biased, but…he’s just so cute. With his little perfect face, and his teeny tiny hands. As I sit and admire, I wonder at all of the amazing things that are coming for us.
I let my mind drift through all the possibilities of the boy hell grow into. What sorts of things he’ll like, what he’ll dislike. I laugh a little, thinking that his dad will probably turn him into some kind of gourmand and food snob. And then I grimace, worrying what if he doesn’t like reading?
God, what a horrible fate, what would we talk about