~Few months later~
Things were different. Jace was still the cold, ruthless mafia don I knew but even though he was trying to hide it, he had become softer.
He stole kisses from me every now and then. He spanked my behind slightly every time I passed for the fun of it and he treated me to nice things.
And while all this was nice, I was upset that I was still yet to get pregnant. In fact I wondered if he got himself snipped or something just so he would not have kids.
Every time I looked at him now, I felt butterflies stir in my belly. I enjoyed watching him eat whatever I baked or cooked and every now and then he dropped compliments on how well the food tasted.
We had settled into a steady rhythm. No pressure. No gunfights. Just him getting his work done and coming home to me where we had some good sex. A part of me almost wanted it to remain this way forever if that was possible. But I knew it wasn't.
"We're going on a trip."
