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“Such a strange little contraption,” he picked it up by the non-peed on end and looked it over. “Can it really tell if your pregnant or not?”
“It’s supposed to,” I shrugged.
“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully and put it back down. A little line in his forehead appeared as he frowned at the test. “Is it ready yet?” he asked.
I laughed. “For a vampire that has lived for this many years you possess no patience whatsoever.”
“What can I say?” he grinned. “This is my baby we’re talking about.”
I looked at the clock. It had been two minutes. One more to go. I took a deep breath. I tapped my fingers on the countertop and Jonathon put his hand over mine to stop me. Another two minutes passed and I knew the results had to have appeared by now but I couldn’t make myself look. But finally I could prolong it no longer. I picked up the stick.
“What does the little red plus sign mean?” asked Jonathon leaning over my shoulder to look.
I smiled and turned to put my arms around him. “It means that we’re having a baby.”
“I knew it,” he crushed his lips to mine.
“You did,” I said and kissed him again soundly on the lips.
“When are we going to tell everybody?” he asked grinning like a fool.
“Well, I think we should do it in person. So why don’t we tell my brothers at their graduation and your family when we get back to Rome,” I suggested. I knew most people waited longer to tell friends and family, but our baby was a dhampir…it would be okay, right?
“It’s a deal,” he grinned. “And they’re your family too.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “It’s just, I don’t know, they’re your family more than mine.”
“They love you don’t ever think they don’t. Even Mason loves you.”
I laughed. Mason had to be the funniest person—vampire—I knew. How no one could not like Mason was beyond me. He could be rude sometimes, but who wasn’t.
“We’re having a baby!” I squealed, the excitement overtaking me.
He chuckled. “I know. Can you believe it? You’re going to be a mommy.”
“And you’re going be a daddy.”
“A papà.”
“What would mom be in Italian?” I asked.
“Mamma,” he answered.
“I love the sound of that.”
“Me too,” he breathed.
Chapter Eight: News
I kept rubbing my flat stomach on the plane ride to Connecticut. I was scared to tell my brothers about the baby. They were the only true family I had left…and I was worried they might judge me for getting married young and adding a baby to the mix. I was only nineteen…but after everything I had been through, I felt much older.
“Principessa, it will be fine,” Jonathon took my hand, kissing my palm.
I looked up at him. “I hope so.” I bit my lip and tasted blood.
