Killian's Wrath

Sera

Penelope meant for me to stay with her the entire afternoon, and I had no issue with it at all. Once the tense, somewhat awkward conversation about what being married to the mafia was like for her and Mikey, a major shift took place. We moved on to lighter topics, ones that helped me forget about my earlier escapade and my current status as a prisoner.

“Mikey wants to name him Ronald.” Penelope groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Why?” I laughed, adjusting the blanket over my knees. We were sitting in the parlor still, watching fresh snow fall through the window. The black curtains were a stark contrast to the fluttering white flakes.

“I like the sound of Ronnie.” Mikey grinned, and I could tell he was only trying to get a rise out of his wife.

“We’ve already crossed that name off the list,” she said with a dramatic flip of her hair. “Anyway, I can’t name him until I see him for the first time. What if we settle on Jackson, and he comes out looking more like a Theodore?”

I giggled into