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“I’m too stubborn to die,” I argue, and he laughs.
“When Aurora comes back—” I start, and Dante cuts me off.
“I’ll tell her to come right in,” he says, and I smile gratefully. “Now get some rest.”
“I’ll be fine,” I mumble.
“That’s an order,” he says firmly, and I smile, throwing my forearm over my eyes. Dante leaves the room and I’m left alone and all I can think is that I can’t wait to see Aurora, see her pretty brown eyes, even that scar on her cheekbone.
She’s everything. Her and my baby inside her, and I can’t believe I didn’t realize it until now. Now all I can hope is that I can make it up to her because Francesca and Dante are right.
Iaman idiot.
31
AURORA
Francesca and I both are ordered to go home and we sleep in the same bed in my guest room, cuddled up together. We’ve been through a lot and we need that best friend comfort.
When I wake, I immediately sit straight up in bed, thinking about Nico.
“I have to get back to the hospital,” I mumble, and Francesca yawns, grabbing my shoulder so I can’t get up.
“Not yet,” she says. “You need to eat something. Have to feed that nephew of mine.”
I chuckle in spite of everything. “You think it’s a boy?”
“Just a hunch,” she says.
“I guess we’ll see,” I say, rubbing a hand over my belly. “But shouldn’t we check on Nico?”
“Mama’s up there with him now,” she says. “You don’t have to worry, she’ll call me if he sneezes.”
I laugh a little. “All right. I guess I’ll eat.”
My stomach feels like there’s a void in it, so I guess it’s a good idea.
We walk downstairs and Marisa has made a spread that’s unbelievable.
Mia is shoveling food in her face and she looks up at us and smiles.
“Please sit. Marisa cooks for an army and I’m taking full advantage.”
Francesca laughs and I manage a smile.
We sit down and eat.
“This is so hard,” I comment. “I hate not being at the hospital.”
“You need to rest,” Mia says. “Get your strength back. You’ll be no good to Nico if you pass out again.”
After a few moments of all of us eating quietly, Francesca looks at me, tilting her head.
“Have you told my brother that you’re in love with him?” she asks, and I choke on my orange juice.
“Who says I’m in love with your brother?” I ask dumbly.
Francesca snorts and Mia laughs at us both.
