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I'm not a big fan of birthday's, or, let me rephrase that. I'm not a fan of my birthday. When I was growing up, my parents never really celebrated my birthday. Two years ago, I was kidnapped and sold into the Mafia on my 18th birthday. Last year, I didn't even celebrate my birthday. And now...I really wasn't looking forward to it. Also, I felt like crap. My head was spinning and I felt like I had a big ass hangover, even though I didn't drink last night.

"Calla...baby please come out." Sinister's voice called out from outside our locked door.

"No." I muttered. I was too tired for this shit.

I locked him out of our bedroom because I didn't want him to make a big deal about it. The only age I cared about was being 21. Although that didn't even matter now, Sinister being the man who he was, only had to utter his name for any bartender to shit himself in fear and hand me a Margarita.

"Calla! Open the door!!" His voice rose.

"HEY!! NOOO!!!!" I squealed, throwing a pillow over my face and burying myself further into the fuzzy blankets of our bed.

"Calla, let me in." He stated, his voice deep as his fists pounded against the door.

"That's so cute that you think I'm gonna let you in. Bye now!"

Knowing Sinister, this man most definitely had some intricate party planned, but that's the last thing I wanted. I just wanted to cuddle with him all day and have sex. But nooo, this man has to harass me. He can't be trusted.

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Sinister (dadddd) POV:

"Calla, just unlock the door." I pleaded as I banged my fists against the door.

I swear this woman was trying to kill me. She asked me if I would make her breakfast in bed, but the second I left our room, she locked the door and refused to let me in.

"Nope!" She called out, her little voice was muffled and I knew the little vixen had submerged herself in blankets. There was no way she would leave our room on her own free will.

"Fine." I muttered, raking a hand through my hair as I made my way down the halls and ran down the stairs.

"SURP--oh." faces fell as I walked into the living room.

I had invited Sebastian, Gabriel, Afanas, Rachel, and a few more trusted men. I only invited the people who knew Afanas was alive, for obvious reasons.

Afanas and I had told Gabriel last week, about Afanas's sudden "reincarnation." The poor bastard smoked an ounce of weed, and drank like a motherfucker after we told him.

"I was expecting a pretty girl running down the stairs, not your ugly ass." Sebastians face fell as he glared at me.

I flicked him off and walked over to Afanas and Rachel who stood in the kitchen with smiles on their faces. Obviously, they knew Calla much better than everyone else.

"I can't believe she's not coming downstairs." I muttered, pulling a blunt from my pocket and sparking it up.

Rachel laughed, her hands resting on her filled out stomach, "She hates birthdays, you should know that Sin. She never even told me when hers was, and we lived together for over 6 months. When I asked her, she threw a fork at me and called me an "intrusive little muggle." I don't even know what that means."

"It's a Harry Potter reference." I sighed, hating that I even knew what a 'muggle' was.

"Whatever. All I know, is that she's not coming out."

"But I bought presents." I groaned, taking in a massive hit from the blunt. Afanas nudged me, his eyes glancing at the paraphernalia in my hand. I grinned, handing it to him as I stood pacing around the room.

"Did you buy her a shark? She likes sharks." Afanas mused, wrapping his free arm around Rachel's shoulders.

"No, fuck. Where would I put that thing? She said she wanted a Great White shark and I can't buy one of those. Trust me, I looked."

"She'll only come out if you buy her a shark." Afanas grinned, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"But I bought her this house, and a car."

"That's not good enough."

"It was like 30 million dollars." I muttered, pouring myself a glass of scotch and downing it in one sip.

Sebastian skipped over to me, his blonde hair spiked up in a hundred directions. I swear this man sometimes looked like a walking used condom.

"Where's Cal? We've been waiting for like 3 hours." He pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket.

"She barricaded herself in our room."

He frowned, "What did you do wrong?"

"Nothing! I swear, this damn woman just hates birthdays." I ran my hand through my hair.

"Maybe it's because you kidnapped her on her 18th?" He offered, his smile growing as he took a long hit from the end of the cigarette.

I shrugged, looking around the room. I even decorated it with little fire-themed banners and streamers. There were matches everywhere, and Afanas drew a shark and hung it up on the wall. There was fresh waffles, and cheesecake ready for her.

"Did she tell you what she wanted?" Sebastian asked, finishing up his cigarette, and lighting up another.

I pulled out a small piece of paper with words written in green Crayon

"She gave me a wish list." I muttered, handing it to Sebastian.

He burst into fits of laughter as he read off the words on the paper.

"Sharpies, White sweatshirts, fire, shark, bomb, supplies to make a bomb, and sex." He laughed, tears forming in his eyes.

"She defiles every sweatshirt I give her, with words that don't make any sense. I can't just give her fire, but she has plenty of matches. I'm not going to give her a fucking bomb, because we all know she'll blow everyone up. I'm not giving her supplies to make a bomb because we all know she won't know how to make it. Honestly, I found a printed out Wikipedia search on "How to Make Your Very Own Bomb" just sitting on our bed last week. And trust me, we have plenty of sex."

"Bruh, just give the child a bomb."

"No."

Sebastian opened his mouth to say something, when I heard a small scream come from upstairs, and I was gone. Sprinting up the stairs and down the hall until I came to our door, it was still fucking locked.

"Calla get away from the door!" I yelled out, pulling my .9 mm Glock from my suit jacket pocket, and firing 6 shots into the bolts of the door.

I smashed my foot into the wood, and it crumbled down and I was sprinting into our room. My heart was racing in my chest, my eyes wide with alert and fear as I looked around.

She wasn't in our room.

I heard running coming from behind me as Sebastian, Gabriel, Afanas, Rachel, and more men were behind me. Guns drawn.

I held my gun in front of me as I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. I held up two fingers, signaling my men to stay close behind me as I stepped into the bathroom.

Calla was curled in a ball on the bathroom floor, her face buried in her sweatshirt, her eyes not meeting mine. She was crying, I realized as I heard her sniffling.

"Go back downstairs." I demanded to everyone behind me as I stepped further into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and shoving my gun back into my pocket.

"Calla..." I said worriedly as I approached her "Are you okay?"

I knelt down beside her and watched as she lifted her beautiful head, and it was then that I realized that she was smiling. Her tears were from joy, not sadness or pain.

"Calla w-what is i-"

I stopped dead in my tracks as her fingers uncovered a white pregnancy test, two pink lines revealing that it was positive.

Oh my fuck.

"I-I'm pregnant." She smiled, tears pouring down her face.

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