Chapter 25: Chapter 25

~ Sophie's POV ~

Thiago was struggling to contain his emotions, and the fact he had to do most of the packing in this situation made the whole thing worse for him. He rushed around our room trying to pack our stuff, some of the things I had to pack though because he was useless at packing make up and there was no way I was letting him choose my underwear.

I wasn't really sure how to react to what Thiago told me, I cried when I found out that Dante and God knows how many other men had seen me a naked, but once the tears subsided I didn't really know what else to do. I didn't know how to act around Thiago, I was suddenly uncomfortable with anyone looking at me. That was part of the reason I didn't want to go upstairs alone with Angelo, I know he would never hurt me, but I just didn't want to be alone with him.

The thought of being watched in such a vulnerable situation was just terrifying, the guards were dead, Dante and his men could have come inside if they wanted to. There was nothing to protect me and my baby.

Thiago didn't speak about what happened after we left the living room. We went upstairs and packed and left for the airport. I didn't even have the energy to argue with Thiago about once again moving to a new place. I didn't know how long we were going to be gone for; so again I had to quit my job.

I kept my eyes trained on the window next to me as we flew over the brightly lit city of Florence at around 3am. I didn't manage to sleep on the plane during the two hour flight and I only slept for about an hour before Thiago got home and woke me up. I was absolutely exhausted. I knew Thiago was worried about me, but he didn't speak to me which I was grateful for, he just spoke to Matteo and Angelo about a few things while Carlotta slept.

"Sophie, come on." I glanced over at Thiago who was frowning at me. I looked out the window to see that we had landed and everyone else was already outside. I let out a sigh and mumbled to him as I stood up. "Sorry." We exited the jet and made our way to the cars parked outside.

Once again Thiago drove us silently to his house in Florence, Tuscany (which I didn't even know existed). The others were in a separate car, I think they were staying with us though. It would be safer that way anyway. Eventually we pulled up to a huge villa isolated from the main city of Florence. It was in the middle of fields and hills. The greenery went on for miles but I couldn't see much since it was dark when we got there.

I followed Thiago inside just as Carlotta came out of what seemed to be the kitchen. She gave me a small smile which I tried to return but it was more of a grimace. Angelo must have filled Matteo and Carlotta in with what happened since they were all clearly treading on eggshells around me.

"Just pick whichever rooms you want. Carlotta get one of these idiots to bring your bags in." Thiago sent the boys a glare before going upstairs with our things. "Did they just leave your bags in the car?" She chuckled and nodded. "They're boys aren't they, lazy little shits." I cracked a small smile before mumbling good night and following Thiago upstairs.

"Go to sleep, you must be tired." For once I didn't argue and just got into the huge bed. I tried to fall asleep but my mind wouldn't allow it, eventually Thiago got in next to me and his arm went over my waist. "You're safe with me tesoro, go to sleep." I turned around in his arms and rested my head against his chest, I closed my eyes feeling sleepy just as Thiago kissed my forehead.

~ Sophie's POV ~

5 1/2 months later

I waddled down the hallway towards the kitchen rolling my eyes at the sound of the padding feet behind me. "I'm perfectly capable of getting up in the middle of the night for water Thiago."

"Do you think I believe that? Remember what happened last time?" I gave him a sheepish smile as I filled up my glass. "Yeeeaah, oh well. At least I know if I really go into labour, you'll be down in seconds, with everyone else." Thiago gave me a flat look and sat down on a stool at the breakfast bar tiredly resting his head on it. "I don't remember the last time I had a good nights sleep." I rolled my eyes once again from my place by the sink; I for one was wide awake.

"You won't be getting any of that until our son is at least three years old. So get used to it baby." Thiago let out a groan causing me to chuckle. "Get up, my feet are killing me." He groggily got off the stool and followed me up to our room. " You're killing me. You walk so slowly."

"Don't start an argument with me now Thiago because you won't win. I'm very pregnant and very awake, unlike you who can hardly keep his eyes open." Thiago shook his head and followed me into our room. He dropped down on the bed face first closing his eyes straight away. I lay down next

to him and ran my fingers through his hair but this just caused him to crack his eyes open to look at me. "Go to sleep Thiago." He mumbled a 'no' and moved closer to me.

"I told you, I'm not letting you do these sleepless nights alone." I gave him a small smile and shook my head. "What's the point of us both being completely exhausted tomorrow? Just go to sleep honestly I'm fine. I'll wake you up if I need you."

"No tesoro." I sighed and nodded not having the energy to argue with him again. We've been having this argument for the last couple of months when our little boy started keeping me awake at night. Thiago was insistent that he would stay up with me and that he wouldn't leave me awake on my own, every night I try and convince him to go to sleep and most nights eventually does against his will. Then the next night he tries even harder

to stay awake because he accidentally fell asleep the night before. It's cute but annoying at the same time.

"So." I rolled my eyes at his attempt to start a conversation. "Thiago it's 4am, go to sleep." As usual he decided to ignore me and tried to talk about something else. "The nursery is almost ready."

"Almost isn't good enough." He went quiet for a moment before trying again with another topic. "Have you thought of any names?"

"I don't sleep at night. How do you expect me to concentrate enough during the day to read through lists of names?" He knew exactly what I was doing, and it worked every time. I give him dead replies and he eventually falls asleep, any other time I would love to talk about the nursery or baby names with him; just not in the middle of the night when I know all he really wants to do is sleep.

Eventually he fell asleep and I smiled at his peaceful expression whilst running my fingers through his hair, I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes, my mind going back over the last five months that we spent together.

We're still living in Florence, Tuscany because Thiago doesn't want to go back to Milan until Dante is dead and judging by the lack of action from both sides, I think we might end up living here permanently. Which I would love. I've fallen in love with everything about this place. It's so peaceful where we live, the house is isolated meaning it's so quiet, but we're only minutes away from the main part of Florence. Before I was this heavily pregnant, I dragged Thiago through all the sights in Florence. Every single one. This also meant that I dragged Carlotta, Matteo and Angelo with us too. Thiago and I hardly ever got to go out alone as a couple because he insisted on having more guns which meant more people. If we ever did spend time alone outside the house it was over very quickly or his siblings and best friend were somewhere in the background watching us making it super awkward.

Thiago and the boys had constantly flown back and forth from Florence to Milan in order to run the mafia over the last few months leaving me with Carlotta and a billion guards. Carlotta and I have become almost like sisters, we've got to know each other so much since we've been forced to live together. After I disappeared the day after we got here she didn't speak to me for a week. It's not like I made much of an effort to speak to her but anyway, eventually the boys forced us to talk and we both ended up crying over the idea of buying baby clothes together. That day when it came was was an emotional day for us all in itself. We managed to lose Angelo in the store and because I was already one man down and therefore two guns and a knife down, Thiago didn't allow us to split up to find him. So we had to travel in a pack around the store intimidating all the soon to be mothers in search of Angelo.

I smiled at the memory placing a hand on my 8 and a half month baby bump as I felt myself finally beginning to drift off to sleep.