Page 120 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby
How the fuck did this happen?
Okay, I know how it happened. The words It’s okay, I’m on the shot and I just want you have been said. A lot. So often, in fact, that Sal didn’t even say anything about it the last time we had sex.
Having sex without protection is apparently our thing.
I laugh, and the bitter sound echoes around the bathroom.
I’ve never really put thought into being a mom.
I’m definitely not the type of person who wants to be a mom in the way that I’ve seen other people be moms.
Like, the cutesy stuff is not for me.
My kid would probably be the one trying to hustle the other ones out of their lunch money. They’d know cuss words in nine languages.
I’d go to jail because they wouldn’t ever go to school.
I’m not meant for picket fences in Jersey.
My kid would know too much about the world too soon.
“Gia?”
My head in my hands, I take one minute to collect myself. I swipe all the pregnancy tests into a drawer, then try to jam it shut by putting a towel on the metal runners on the side. Sal would look in the trash.
He won’t question a broken drawer in an old castle.
“Coming,” I call. I run the water, wash my hands, and smile.
I have no clue what to do.
But I know that I’m definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent not ready to tell Sal.
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SAL
When I get back to the hotel room, Gia is acting very, very strange.
She’s almost… brittle. I feel like if I hold her too tightly, she’ll shatter.
I have no idea what’s wrong.
“How was the drive?” she smiles.
“Good. I didn’t know what type of cake you wanted, so I got you all of them,” I say with a wink.
The concierge is going to send them up soon. Six boxes of cake are too much for one person to carry, and if you’re staying in a five-star hotel, what’s the point of doing something as trite as carrying boxes?
“Thanks, Sal,” she murmurs.
Yeah. Something is wrong.
I tilt my head and look at her as she steps out of the suite’s bathroom. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” she says.
It’s a lie.