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“Let’s be real,” Francesca says. “You’ve been in love with him since you were seventeen. I know it, you know it, but if you haven’t told Nico, he doesn’t know it. He’s stupid.”
I look at her, biting my lip nervously. “He said some things at the hospital, but I’m sure it was just the drugs.”
“What did he say?” Mia asks, and we both look at her. She shrugs. “What can I say? Now that I’m old and pregnant and married, I look for drama where I can find it.”
“He said that he loves me,” I mumble, hardly able to believe it even though I was right there when he said it.
Francesca gasps. “Really? He actually said it? It’s about time.”
“What do you mean, it’s about time?” I ask.
“I’ve seen Nico with a lot of women,” she says, and my nose wrinkles involuntarily. “I mean, alotof women,” she continues.
“You don’t have to rub it in,” I say dryly.
“But I’ve never seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you,” she finishes, and I swallow hard.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” she says. “Nico’s an idiot, but if he says he loves you, he means it.”
I don’t believe it. Not even with what Francesca says. Not even when Nico said it to my face. He was just out of surgery. He didn’t know what he was saying.
“And if he told you, you should tell him,” Mia points out.
“He knows,” I mumble.
“I keep telling you, my brother is stupid,” Francesca says, and Mia laughs.
“All wiseguys are when it comes to love,” she agrees.
“So, I really have to say it to him?” I ask.
“I think it’s time to go to the hospital,” Mia says, struggling up with Marisa’s help. “Can you drive? I can barely reach the steering wheel.”
On our way to the hospital, Mia and Francesca talk idly about this and that, and I’m looking out the window, thinking about Nico.
Surely, he knows how I feel about him. I’ve been obvious, haven’t I?
And what if I tell him and he doesn’t remember anything about yesterday? God, that will be mortifying.
I’m still thinking about it when we arrive at the hospital.
I make my way into Nico’s room, still lost in my own thoughts, and he’s sitting up on the bed, some color in his cheeks.
I smile, unable to help it. He has a slight beard on his jaw, and it looks good on him.
“You look really good for a man who has been shot in the heart,” I say, and Nico grins.
“Thanks, I guess?” He looks at me. “Did you get some rest? Eat something?”
“I did,” I say, patting my stomach. “It’s like I have a food baby and a regular baby.”
“When do you go to your first ultrasound?” he asks.
I blink. He said he wanted to be involved and be there, but I didn’t actually think he meant it.
“I scheduled it for this week, but since you’re in the hospital—”
