The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Rebel POV.

Seven months. It has been seven months since I told them I was pregnant. I only have two weeks left and my feet are killing me and so is my back.

I have this duck pregnancy waddle down. Even Lubov rolls her eyes when I'm waddling through the house. But she doesn't leave my side.

For the last month, Dante has been working from home and Dylan and refused to go on any runs in case I go early. Which, with the size of me, is a damn possibility.

I huff and puff as I stand up and waddle to the bathroom. I have lost count of how many times I have been for a pee today. The baby, which is a boy, is head butting my bladder. Like seriously Son my bladder is not a football.

After my nervous announcement, Dylan, and Dante both dropped to their knees and proposed to me. Given the laws, I agreed to marry Dylan. But Dante is still my husband. We were married in the clubhouse and it was a great day. My mom cried when we told them I was pregnant and we were getting married. She and the other ole ladies had the wedding sorted within a month and it was done and dusted.

We all wear wedding rings. Nonno is trying everything in his power to get the law changed so I can officially marry Dante as well and so far it has been refused, so Matteo DeAngelis, the mafia king, is stepping in even if his daughters are the

ones in charge.

Hopefully, it will be changed soon. But if not, I will wait until it is.

I stand from the toilet and just get my underwear up when I feel something trickle down my leg. I groan and roll my eyes must have been a bit more pee. I sit back down and wait for the trickle to stop. When I realise it isn't coming from my bladder.

"DANTE!" I scream and wait as I hear his hurried footsteps as he steps into the bathroom.

"What is it, baby? You stuck again?" I scowl as he chuckles. Yes, I have gotten stuck on the toilet a few times and in the bath, for that matter.

"Laugh it up big guy, you won't be laughing when I break your hand as I push your son out of my foo foo." I snap at him and the smile is replaced with concern. Yes, the baby is Dante's, but Dylan said it doesn't bother him as far as he is concerned. He is his daddy, too.

"Wait, are you?" He asks as he moves closer to me.

"Yes, my water has just broken. But I don't have any contractions." I say to him and he helps me stand and grabs a pad from the cabinet under the sink.

"Hold on baby, let's get you cleaned up." He says as he places a towel on the floor and gets me to stand on it as I lean against the sink as he helps take my wet underwear off. He runs to the bedroom and comes back with fresh underwear and fixes the pad to the inside and helps me shimmy them on. I stand up straight and feel more leaking. I shiver at it. Gross.

Dante holds my hand, and we walk. Well, he walks. I waddle out of the downstairs bathroom and into the family room. Everything is baby proofed, and the nursery is set up and waiting for our boy.

"Ok, you call Dylan and I will call the hospital. Dante, don't panic." I say to him and he is seconds away from losing it. I chuckle as I reach for my phone off the table when pain rips through my stomach and I gasp, bracing my hand on the table. Lubov comes running to me, whining and licking my arm. Dante drops his phone and is next to me.

"Breathe baby. Just breathe." He says and I glare at him and he winces. The pain starts to go as quickly as it came.

"I'm good. It was a little one." I say to him as I grab the phone and dial the hospital and Dante just looks at me, dumbfounded. I click my fingers at him and point to his phone off the floor.

"Hello, can you put me through to the OBGYN department, please? Thank you." Dante moves to his phone and calls Dylan.

"Hello, my water broke about ten minutes ago and I have just had a contraction." I say to the midwife on the phone. She takes my name, date of birth, address all the usual questions. As soon as I said Moretti-Jackson, she took a sharp intake of breath.

"Ok, thank you. We will see you soon." I hang up and look at Dante as he runs to the door that leads to the garage and I can assume he is grabbing both mine and the baby's bag and putting them in the SUV. The car seat was already secured two weeks ago.

There is no way in hell I can get into the Bugatti or the Pagani. I bite my lip as another contraction hits and I groan out, holding on to my belly as I lean back as Lubov sits next to me. I fist her fur and she whines and I release her, but she nudges me with her nose just as Dante comes back in.

I have been tortured in exercises, shot and stabbed, but this pain is nothing like any of that. Now I know how the victims in the film Alien felt like as the alien burst through their chests. Fuck!

"Ok, come on. Dylan will meet us at the hospital." He says as he helps me to my feet. I don't have any shoes on and I don't care. Our son is going to make his very painful entrance into the world soon and I'm worried about my damn shoes. Fuck that.noveldrama

I waddle with purpose, Dante holding my forearm and hand, and Lubov is keeping me steady at my side. We make it to the garage; I straighten up and hear a pop. Lubov looks up at me, tilting her huge fluffy head to the side. She must have heard it, too. When I look down and my waters gush out of me. GREAT!

"Erm Dante." I'm still looking down.

"Fuck, ok let's get you in the SUV." He says and I shake my head.

"No, I need to change and I need to ..." He cuts me off with his hands on my face. He kisses me and I relax.

"No, baby, we don't have time. Unless you want to give birth to our son in the garage?" he says and I shake my head, no I don't. He grabs a towel and places it down on the seat and gets me in the front and buckles me in.

He puts Lubov back into the house and climbs in to the driver's seat. He drives at speed as I do my breathing exercises as the pain becomes more intense and the contractions get closer together. Dante's hand didn't leave mine the entire drive. I was even changing the gears as he drove.

We pull up to the hospital and I see Dylan pacing and the entire club is waiting outside with him. Mom moves towards the SUV with a wheelchair and I chuckle at her.

"Come on, baby." Dante is now calm and is ready to take charge. He lifts me out of the SUV and helps me into the wheelchair. The club nod in respect as I'm wheeled past them all. Dante holding one hand, Dylan holding the other, my mom pushing me.

We rush to the maternity department and I groan in pain as I'm placed on a bed and the midwife does her checks.

"Ok Rebel, you need to push sweetheart." I look at her in confusion. Push? Is she serious? It hasn't been hours, maybe an hour, tops. I'm not ready. I can't do this. It's too soon.

Dylan kisses me and smiles at me, and I narrow my eyes at him and he winks. Asshole.

"Ok Rebel, push now." She says, and I bear down and push, crushing both Dylan and Dante's hands in the process. They both groan, but I don't care.

I scream and cry with every push. A war cry of the life I'm fighting to bring into the world. I let go of their hands and sit forward. They move to grab my legs and my mom is stroking my head and whispering words of encouragement.

Dylan and Dante are doing the same, but I have tuned everything and everyone out. Focusing on one thing, the pain.

I scream again and push with all my might when I fall backwards, panting for breath. I hear the scream of a newborn and the tears leave my eyes as the midwife lifts our son in the air for me to see. He is a big boy, no wonder I was so big.

“Congratulations momma. He is perfect." I sob as Dante and Dylan both kiss me. The midwife hands our son to me and I hold him to my chest as she does her checks on me.

"Hey baby boy. Shhh, it's ok, you're ok. I love you so much." I say to him as I kiss his little head. He has blonde hair and his eyes wow. A darker honey colour. He is beautiful.

"Baby, you did so good. We are so proud of you. We Love you." Dante says before he kisses me and then coos at our son and Dylan does the same. He kisses me, telling me how proud he is and how strong I am. He then coos over our

son.

"What are we calling him?" Dante asks, as he watches our baby. His finger in his tiny hand. I take him in. He is simply beautiful.

I choke on a sob as I look at him. "Harry, after my pop-pop. Harry Antonio." I say and my mom sobs. She looks at me and I look at her, meeting her gaze and she nods her head in understanding. Harry is named after both my grandfathers.

"Harry Antonio. Hello son, we love you so much. You are named after two great men. You will do great and wonderful things." Dante says as he kisses Harry on his head.

We are in our bubble of happiness right now. Our chaotic little family is now complete. I wouldn't wish for anything else.