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It had been fourteen days since Dante said he was going to go on a mission, and Faye hadn’t been able to sleep that night. It wasn’t as if her husband had never been away for that long, but she knew this time was different. He didn’t exactly tell her what kind of mission that was, but Faye was an ex-associate herself so she didn’t need somebody to tell her what was going on. It wasn’t just a mission. It was a war. She knew there was a bad spark between Tattaglia and Corleone for some time now, but she had no idea how bad it was until a month ago when Dante dragged a very bloody Mauro to their living room. Appar

"I'm pregnant." There was a full mark of ten seconds as Dante just stared at his wife. His mind's gears started grinding and whirl of thoughts filled his head. Strangely, he came up blank of appropriate response, so he decided to add ten more seconds to think up what to say. When he blinked, Faye wasn't on her place anymore Dante thought the whole thing was just an illusion. But Dante never daydreaming so it was an unlikely occurrence. He looked aside just in time as Faye emerged from the kitchen, her hands were holding a steaming cup of what he smelled to be tea. "Oh, you're alive," Faye commented casually as she approached him. It was w

"Get out of my bed." Dante just grunted, his hand groping blindly for the cover that just had been thrown away from him. He found the edge, and tried to yank it over his head, but he met strong resistance. He opened his eyes blearily. "Let go." "You let go," Faye said evenly as she wrenched the thick and soft fabric out of his hand, before proceeding to open the curtains. Strong light showered the room, making the male occupant groaned loudly at the sudden assault to his tender vision. "Close it back." "Make me." "Oh, I will," Dante grumbled as he scrunched up his eyes, trying to adjust it with the brightness of the room. "Once I've bee