Page 152 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby
Now I’m lost without him, and I’m pregnant with his baby and…
A familiar feeling creeps up my stomach and I dash to the toilet.
A solid ten minutes later and I’m lying next to the (again, oddly Danish-looking) toilet. My stomach hurts. My body hurts.
If I’m being honest with myself… my heart kind of hurts.
This is the worst. Literally, I would do anything to not be pregnant right now…
As I think that, however, another round of bile rises in my throat.
It’s not exactly true.
If I really look into my heart of hearts, I’m not upset about being pregnant with his baby, exactly.
A little squirt who looks like Sal? It’s kind of… it’s sweet. And if I think about it I get all weepy and soft and I want to curl up into a ball and just hug myself.
I wish Caterina were here.
Honestly, at this point I’m missing my mom.
She and I didn’t exactly get along. Well, that’s not true.
She was my mom and I loved her more than anything in the world, but we were oil and water.
When I said that I wanted to be a boss like Dad, she had nearly exploded with frustration.
She wanted me to be like Caterina. Sweet. Kind.
A perfect wife and mother.
Those are not bad things by any means, and as an adult I’m now re-thinking what it takes to be a mother (I refuse to think of myself as anyone’s wife) but I am not, nor have I ever been, sweet.
Or biddable, which is what my mother had said a good wife should be.
Instead, I turned into a goddamn nightmare. My mother knew it, and she did her best to tame me, but as per usual…
I refuse to be tamed.
However, in this situation, when you’re pregnant and so sick you feel like crumpling into a tiny ball, and you have no idea how to get through the next few minutes, let alone the next few days or hours…
You just kind of want your mom.
I’m still lounging in front of the toilet (which is clean, bless the woman who came to clean it earlier) when I hear the front door open.
I shut my eyes but I don’t move. If someone wants me dead then… part of the job is already done.
“Gia?”
I recognize that voice. It’s one that I haven’t heard in a while, but I’d know anywhere all the same.
He’s back.
For a heartbreaking second I think that the person walking through the door is Sal, but I know better. Their voices aren’t the same. They don’t look alike, not really.
But it’s the fact that I’m so hopeful for Sal to walk in that makes me kind of hallucinate for a second.
At least, that’s what I think.