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"How could a couple of showers so much love and care for a child they didn't know? Wasn't there any hesitance or sadness that they couldn't shower that attention on their kids they couldn't have? Was their inability to have kids of their own that allowed them to have so much love to give to me? It was questions like these that made me go into psychology. I wanted to know more about the minds and behavior of people. I wanted to study and understand people's mental processes, brain functions, and behavior." I shrugged at the end.
"You are a strong person, mio tesoro."
"Because I want to know how people think?" I lifted an eyebrow at him.
He chuckled at my expression and quickly ducked his head to kiss my forehead.
"Because you didn't allow what happened to bring you down. Instead, you let it build you and chose to make a career out of it."
I blushed slightly at his words of praise. Because I didn't know what to say, I turned around in his arms. He laughed softly at my action and pulled me closer so my back pressed against his chest. His hands were now on my stomach, which was no longer flat. My baby bump was noticeable now though it wasn't big. It was still small as this was my first pregnancy. My belly was slightly extended and curved.
Alexander's palms were hot on my skin, and it felt reassuring. He moved his hands around as if trying to feel for something. It took a while before I realized what he was trying to discover.
My lips stretched into a wide smile. My heart wanted to burst due to my affection for this man. "It's still early for him to move about," I said.
"Him?" Alexander repeated. I blushed and nodded.
"How do you know it's a boy?" His warm breaths fanned across my neck, making me shiver.
"I don't know how to explain it." I shrugged and continued before Alexander could speak. "I can feel it. It's a picture I can see. A beautiful boy with your eyes and my brown hair. If he takes after you, he'd be a hassle for the first few years.
"I'm not that stubborn."
I snorted. "Hopefully, he takes after me."
"After you?" Alexander questioned with incredulity. "You're more stubborn than me."
"As if." I rolled my eyes.
And like that, the two of us descended into a playful argument about who was more pigheaded, which ended in my defeat because he pounced on me and tickled me so I couldn't continue my tirade.
We were passed on sweetly the rest of the night, full of laughs and mellifluousness. We spoke for a bit longer before finally allowing sleep to claim both of us.
The next day I started on a good note. When I woke up, it was already nearing the afternoon. Because I had slept late, I had woken up late as well. When I looked around, I didn't see Alexander anywhere. He must have woken up before me.
After getting ready and dressing up, I stood in front of the mirror and pulled my top up to see my baby bump. Because I was so focused on turning and seeing myself from different angles, I didn't notice Alexander entering the room until I saw him appear behind me in the mirror. He enveloped me in his arms and rested his head on my shoulder. My breath hitched when I saw the two of us so close in the mirror.
The image the mirror gave was too beautiful. There were no words I could use to describe it except that it looked 'right.' With him standing behind me and our hands entwined on my small baby bump, we looked like a family expecting our little one.
"Do you think I look fat?" I asked to distract myself from the churning thoughts the image made me think.
I laughed out loud when Alexander gave me the same expression he had passed when I asked that same question the day my adoptive father visited me. His eyes softened, and he placed soft kisses on my neck. I sighed, not out of arousal but in contentment. There was nothing sexual in his kisses. As time passed, I realized that our mutual interest in each other was no longer powered by sexual tension and attraction. It was a nice change.
I had always pictured myself entering a relationship like this with a man I loved and wanted to start a family with. It seemed I had found the man, except the order in which it happened was the opposite. Typically, a couple would get to know each other first before falling in love and deciding to start a family. In my case, we accidentally started a family before getting to know each other. As for the 'love' aspect, I didn't want to think about it. Despite my deepened feelings, I still didn't know if my feelings could be called 'love.'
"No matter how big you get, you'll always be beautiful,mio tesoro."
When he said things like that, how could my feelings not deepen?
"Come on; it's already afternoon. How about we stay on the couch and watch some movies?" Alexander suggested.
I agreed, and both of us made our way downstairs. I first went to fix something for myself to eat but saw the spaghetti Alexander must have cooked. Apart from the messy mafia business, he was a man any girl would want to have.
He was kind, thoughtful, caring, attentive, and so on. When he cared about you, he cared about you. He watched for me, cooked for me, and even comforted me during the rough stages of the pregnancy.
After forking the portion of spaghetti, I wanted, I went straight to the fridge. I didn't know what exactly I was looking for. I just knew that I wanted to add something to the spaghetti. It was probably the well-known pregnancy cravings every pregnant woman had to endure. It was something I had developed two weeks ago. It was odd how I would find unusual food combinations or snacks pleasing to my tongue. I could still remember the peculiar expression on Alexander's face when he caught me crunching on some ice cubes. The memory made me chuckle.
My eyes caught a ketchup bottle; before I knew what I was doing, I was already putting it on my spaghetti. One part of me felt mortified at what I was doing, while another looked forward to eating the weird combination of spaghetti and ketchup. In the middle of my action, Alexander suddenly entered the kitchen.
