Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“A little,” I admit.
He lets me go to fish his phone from his pocket. “I’m calling the doctor. I’ll take you on the way home. It could’ve been the shrimp pie you had for breakfast.”
“It’s not the shrimps,” I say, placing a hand on his arm.
The muscles of his forearm are hard. Tense. “Then what is it, cara?”
I stare up at his beautiful face, biting my lip before saying, “Ten bedrooms.”
He blinks. “What?”
“We’ll need ten bedrooms.” I add in soft voice, “A blue one, this time.”
His look is bewildered. “What?” Dropping his gaze to my stomach, he says, “Are you…?”
“Yes.” I cup his cheek. “We’re expecting another baby.”
“Sabella.” His voice is hoarse, his gaze filled with reverence as he looks at my stomach again. “How many weeks?”
“Thirteen.”
Wrapping his free arm around my waist, he crushes me against him. “Cara. You’re pregnant. We’re going to have another baby.”
I lean my head on his chest. “Yes.”
“A baby,” he says with wonder, rubbing a palm over my back. “You have no idea how happy and terrified I am.”
I pull back to look at him. “Terrified?”
His jaw bunches. “I nearly killed an ob-gyn the last time you gave birth. I don’t know if I can watch you go through that again.”
“We’ll be fine.” I brush a curl from my baby girl’s cheek. “Just like with Tess.”
He inhales deeply and drags me against him. Planting a kiss on the top of my head, he says, “Fuck, bella. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“Language.” I frown. “Not in front of Tess.”
“You should’ve told me.” Alarmed, he studies my face. “I wouldn’t have brought you out here in the cold.”
“It’s a mild day, and I’m not made of glass.”
“To me, you are,” he says, kissing my lips. “To me, you’re more precious than life.” Going into full-on over-protective mode, he lets me go to cup my stomach. “Can I get you anything? A ginger infusion? A foot rub?”
“Look there,” Tess says, pointing at my stomach.
Angelo and I burst out laughing.
“My beautiful baby girl.” I brush down her unruly curls. “You’re going to have a brother.”
Angelo pulls me in, hugging Tess and me against him.
If his embrace is a little too tight, I don’t mind.
I feel safe in his arms.
I belong in his arms.
In his arms, I became the woman I was destined to be.
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THE END