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Christian frowns, "I am?" He comes to a stop in front of us, Aurora in tow.
Nonna's eyes gleam, "I am an old woman, Christian, I don't know how long I have left on this earth."
"Nonna, please," Christian holds up his hand, "you are going to outlive us all and you know it. So why don't you come to the point, hmm? What's on your mind?"
"What's on my mind is that I am worried about you Christian."
"You are?"
She nods, "It's high time you got married and settled down."
"Michael just got married," Christian points out.
"And now I can't wait for you to settle down."
"What about Massimo?" Christian scowls, "he's older than me. Shouldn't he get married before I do."
"Massimo didn't lose his twin, you did."
Christian pales, "Nonna, what are you trying to say?"
Nonna narrows her gaze on him, "Since before you were born you had Xander by your side. Now he's gone and you are on your own."
Christian's jaw tics, "your point being?" He finally says through gritted teeth.
"I don't want you to be alone. In fact I have someone who would make you the perfect wife, I—"
Christian holds up his hand, "Let me stop you right there, Nonna."
Nonna scowls, "Let me complete what I am going to say."
"I know what you are going to say, and I am a step ahead of you." His lips curl.
Uh-oh! I am not sure I like the expression on his face. He seems too confident, too sure of himself. He releases his hold on Aurora only to wrap his arm around her and pull her close.
"Nonna," He tilts his head, before he locks his gaze with Michael's. "Don Sovrano," his smile widens, "meet the woman who is going to be my wife."
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Two months later
Karma
I bend over the ceramic bowl of the commode and throw up the breakfast that I have just eaten. I puke until there’s nothing left, then manage to flush away the disgusting mess before I sink back onto the floor. I push my head back into the wall. Holy shit, this is the third morning in a row this has happened. That, combined with my tender breasts, and the period that I have missed, confirms that I am pregnant. Oh, yeah. Also, the pregnancy test with the two pink lines that I took yesterday is an indicator of what my current status is. I stay there for a few more seconds as I will my head to stop spinning. Close my eyes, take in a breath, then another. A few more breaths and I feel slightly better. I push up to my feet, and my knees don’t buckle under me. Score!
I walk over to the sink, rinse out my mouth, splash some water on my face and wrists. By the time I leave my room, I feel much better. I walk over to my studio, which is just down the hallway from my bedroom, and push open the door. Andy glances up from his cat cave bed in the corner of the room. He stares at me as I cross over to where I have been drawing my latest creation. It’s for a bride in London.
Since the day I had sold my first creations in Camden Market, the orders have kept flooding in. They are growing at such a fast rate, I have had to both hike up my price and turn down a few because I couldn’t meet the demand.
Michael suggested it’s time I expand. He told me he’ll build me a separate studio on the grounds surrounding the house, and I should hire a couple of seamstresses to help me.
I’ve thought about it, and decided that’s not for me.
The Karma label is my first baby, and I want to keep the creativity, the quality, and the attention to detail that it has come to embody as consistent as possible. Which means, I need to be hands-on, for now. Maybe later down the line, I might think of expanding and getting help. For now, I’d rather work on it myself.
It’s a good thing Michael has been away on business the last few days, else my morning sickness would have sent him into a tizzy. It’d also have revealed my secret… Something I plan to tell him when he returns. For now though, it feels right that I can hold onto this part of me—this feeling, this sensation of being a mother again—to myself. I flatten my palm against my stomach as I stare at the finished design on the drafting board.
