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Aurora is inside, making breakfast, which I declined.
I walk him inside. “Watch her well,” I warn him. “She’ll try to do too much without that sling on.”
“I’ll be fine,” Aurora says, and then turns to smile at Alberto.
He smiles back.
“I’m Aurora,” she says, looking at him expectantly, and Alberto’s smile fades and he looks over at me.
“Oh, he doesn’t talk,” I tell her, and then Aurora does something I never would have expected.
She starts to hand sign to him.
Alberto signs back eagerly, clearly excited to meet someone who knows his language, and I can’t help the way my stomach rolls.
Alberto is older than us but he’s notold, and he’s a handsome guy. I can’t help but be a little jealous.
“Well, I guess you two have plenty to talk about,” I grumble, and I note that Aurora doesn’t even kiss me goodbye.
I huff and walk out of the house, getting into the car and driving to Marie’s with my head full of possibilities of Aurora and Alberto falling in love.
Even if they do, what can I say? You’re mine? When I’m planning to go back home and break things off with her, go back to my own life? I can’t do that.
I’m still thinking about it when Dante walks into the diner, wearing sunglasses and a suit, walking over and sliding into the booth across from me.
“You look well,” he says, and I look at him, at how tired and rumpled he looks.
“You look like shit,” I tell him.
He groans. “Mia keeps having Braxton-Hicks and she’s been back and forth to the hospital a dozen times this week.”
I have no idea what Braxton-Hicks is. Fuck. Is this a pregnancy thing? Do I have to worry about Aurora getting that too? God, there is so much I don’t know, apparently, but I’m also not going to ask now. Maybe I can ask Aurora when I get back to the safe house.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” he asks, looking at me curiously.
“Aurora’s pregnant,” I say flatly, and Dante’s eyes widen.
“Shit, I didn’t know it would be that heavy,” he says quietly.
“What do you mean?”
He shrugs. “I mean, I’ve already put it together that you’re sleeping with her.”
“You have?” I gape at him.
“Yeah, I mean, please, Nico. She’s exactly your type and you’ve been stuck with her what, month and a half to two months? Of course you’re sleeping with her.”
“I hate that you know me so well,” I groan.
“But that you’ve knocked her up surprises me,” Dante says, sipping his coffee and wincing. “Yeah, it’s not that great.”
I crack a smile. “I didn’t mean to knock her up,” I sigh.
“You didn’t use a condom?”
I shrug. “Didn’t exactly have time to pick them up on the run from Marco.”
“That motherfucker is sneaky,” Dante curses.
