Inara_Me

*Dark Mafia Romance*
Pregnant. 
"I.." she blinked at the words that were blinding her. "I.."
"I? I? What, Evelyn?" Salvatore spat, making her flinch. "What is it that you want to say, say it loud and fucking clear!" 

She jumped on the spot and closed her eyes in fear. "I.." 

"What?!" His scream was powerful enough that Evelyn jumped on the spot and started to cry. Why was this happening to her? Why were these papers in front of her? 

"I don't know," she screamed back with rivers of tears flowing down her face. "I don't know what happened. I don't know what's happening!" 

Salvatore chuckled darkly and shook his head as he barked out at her, "You don't know what's going on? Fine, I will tell you what's going on. You are three months pregnant with the child of a man that you spent one night with." His voice lowered several octaves and deepened. He was controlling himself. 

The reality made her close her eyes and lower her head. 

The product of a one night stand was inside her womb. 

This reason alone was enough for her father to discard her had he been alive and he was her father but Salvatore was her husband. She opened her eyes and looked at him again. What was he going to do? 

****

Salvatore had never let the information out. No one knew that he had the same darkness inside him that his father carried in his veins. 

He had buried it successfully until she came along. 

Evelyn.

~Not for faint hearted.~

Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation

Evelyn hummed and placed the food in front of her daughter before going back to the pan on the stove and taking a helping for herself. Keeping a plate on the other Side of her daughter's highchair, Evelyn settled down into a chair before digging into her food.

"I like this," Arabella raised her hand and in between her fingers were her favourite jam that she was rubbing before she put the fingers in her mouth. "What is this?"

"Jam," Evelyn answered her question, "do you know there are different flavours of jam?"

Arabella visibly brightened up at the information. "Really? Can I have them?"

Evelyn held in the smile. Apparently her daughter was in love with home-made jam. " Yes, you can have them. What flavour would you like? Mango, orange, blueberry?"

The liking might be a little obsessive but for now Evelyn let it go. "Okay," she nodded, " we can try the blueberry one first, okay?"

Hanging out - I