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What doesagape moumean? Normally, I would ask, but not right now. Because I'm not sure I want to know.
"To want me," I answer his question.
He jerks my hand to the front of his jeans and presses it against the massive bulge there. "That is not a pretense."
"Atlas!" We're right in front of the clinic. "Anyone could see."
"Let them."
I try to jerk my hand away, but only succeed in sliding it down his erection. Heat burns in my cheeks. "Let go."
"No. Admit it."
"Admit what?" But I know.
"This is not fake. I am hard foryou,and I don't care who knows it."
"Fine, you're hard for me. After the last two months, I'm convinced you can get hard in a stiff wind."
"Only if that wind carries your scent."
"You have to stop saying stuff like that."
"No, I don't."
"You're so stubborn."
"And you aren't?"
I shake my head. "Come on. Let's find out if our lives are permanently entwined."
"They're already that,agape mou. Believe it."
Taking a page out of his book, I don't bother to answer that provocative statement.
Thirty minutes later, I sit in stunned silence as the doctor tells us that Iampregnant.
"I didn't think I could get pregnant," I tell him.
"Why is that?"
When I explain, the doctor frowns. "We'll do an ultrasound and run some extra tests to see if there is anything to worry about. I would also like to see your medical files from your first pregnancy."
I curl my fingers into my palms in stress. The mafia doesn't recognize HIPPA guidelines and my previous obstetrician is a Cosa Nostra doctor. The private hospital where I lost the baby has ties to the mafia as well.
"You will need to sign a release, but we should be able to get them immediately," the doctor blithely continues, unaware of my growing agitation. "Unless your previous obstetrician does not have digitized files."
Atlas, who has been grinning at me since getting the news, goes rigid and shifts his now glacial gaze to the doctor. "You think her reproductive system could be compromised?"
"Honestly? From what Ms. Esposito has described, no. However, it is always better to err on the side of caution."
I agree. Of course, I do. I don't want to risk this baby's health in any way, but I don't want to reveal my whereabouts to the Detroit Cosa Nostra either. Much less the fact that I am alive.
But can I withhold my baby from my parents and brother? It's one thing to let them go on thinking I'm dead, but another entirely not to tell them about a grandchild.
My mother wanted to be a grandmother so badly the first time around. From social media, I know that my brother has not married yet and there are no grandchildren for my parents to dote on.
The weight of everything presses down on me.
