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“Nope. I’m fully invested in doing this pregnancy thing with you. If you can’t drink caffeine, then neither can I.”
“T, you literally have a house full of Italians. Italians who are very freaking fond of their coffee.”
“They can get it elsewhere.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“Argh, nope. I cannot give up coffee. I won’t. No way.”
“We will do this together, dolcezza.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s going to be the size of a house and pushing something the size of a watermelon out your vagina.”
He visibly shudders and screws his face up. “What are your thoughts on C-sections?”
I send him my bestdon’t fuck with meglare.
“Kidding. It’ll be fine. Your body is designed to handle this, Holly.”
“Argh, shoot me now!” I groan. This is going to be the longest nine months of my freaking life. I watch T walk over to the bar and pour a glass of whiskey. I smile at the pain I’m about to inflict on him. I stand, take the glass from him, and pour the whiskey back into the decanter. “You can’t drink alcohol. We’re pregnant, remember? Pregnant people can’t drink alcohol.”
He blinks a few times before he smiles. “Fine, I don’t need it anyway. A nine-month cleanse will be good for me.”
I throw myself on the sofa and lean my head back.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay? Do you need something to eat? I’ll get you some food.”
“T, stop! You’re driving me bloody insane, and it’s been three hours. Just stop hovering, and go and do whatever it is you do. I’m sure you’ve got work to do,” I yell at him.
He sits down, plucks me up, and positions me on his lap. “I get that you’re not exactly thrilled about this news, Holly. I’m really trying hard to fucking understand why you don’t want kids with me. But you can’t ask me to not want to take care of you. You can try to shut me out; you can yell at me all you like. But I’m still going to be right here. With you. I’m still going to love this child who’s part you, part me. I’m still going to love you with every fiber of my being.”
I start bawling my eyes out into his chest. “I’m sorry. I love you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I take a breath. “It’s not that I don’t want a child with you. I do. I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Dolcezza, nothing is wrong with you. You are allowed to feel how you feel. I know this is a shock. We didn’t exactly plan it. We didn’t really try too hard to prevent it either, but that’s not the point. The point is: if you need time to come to terms, well, I’d say you have around seven months… give or take.”
“We’re going to have a baby, and we don’t even have a house. Not really. Not yet, T. I don’t have a job. I don’t have my sister or my mum. I was meant to have Reilly here for this. We were meant to have kids together. Who’s going to come and babysit for me, when I want to take a long bath, or literally do anything else?”
“Trust me, you’re going to have a hard time keeping this baby in your arms, Holly. Have you met my mother? She’s going to be so overbearing you’ll want to scream at her. Besides, when you want a few hours of peace, I’ll take him shooting or something. You know, teach him young.”
I sit up.He’ll take him shooting. Oh shit, why didn’t I think of this before? Our child is going to follow in Theo’s footsteps. He’ll be born into a life of crime.
“I’m kidding, Holly. It was a joke. Obviously a bad one. I promise I will not take a baby shooting.”
“What about when he’s older? Is our child going to have to join thefamilybusiness, like you did?”
“No, absolutely not. I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t want a successor. But no child of mine will ever be forced into this life, Holly. You have my word on that.”
“Okay, thank you. What if they want to be an accountant, or a hairdresser, or a dancer, or something? That would be okay, right? They don’t have to turn into a mobster.”
“A mobster? That’s what you think I am?” T laughs.
“Well, aren’t you?”
“I’m a businessman, Holly. I run many multimillion-dollar companies.”
“Right,” I draw out. T stands with me still in his arms. “What are you doing? Put me down.”
“Nope, I’m going to run you a bath. You need to relax for a bit.”
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