That I am pregnant.
That the father is Antonio.
Tommy doesn’t ask questions as he helps me out of the car. He just holds me, protective and strong, one arm around me as we take the elevator up to our apartment.
But when he opens the door to our apartment, my world shifts again.
Una is standing in the living room. Her clothes are uncharacteristically rumpled, her face streaked with tears and mascara.
In her shaking hand, she’s holding a pregnancy test.
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Tommy
Rage instantly spikes through me like electricity. The last person I want to see right now is Una. The fact that she’s in my house after I fucking fired her makes it 100 times worse.
“I made myself very fucking clear,” I growl at Una, jerking my chin toward the open front door. “Get the fuck out.”
Giovanna stands beside me, her expression icy. Icy, but pale.
“I’m sorry. I just—” Una takes a deep breath and holds out a white plastic stick to me. “Tommy, I just couldn’t leave without making sure you knew.”
“What is it?” I don’t move to take it from her, but I can feel Giovanna shaking next to me.
“It’s a pregnancy test, Tommy.” Gi’s words come out harsh and rough.
“What the fuck?” I snap at Una. “Why are you giving me that? Whoever was dumb enough to knock you up, it definitely wasn’t me. So congratu-fucking-lations. Get. The fuck. Out.”
Una’s expression hardens, and her gaze shifts to Giovanna. “It’s not mine.”
I scrub my hand over my face. Giovanna is my priority right now; I could give a shit what Una has to say.
Una clears her throat. “I found it in your trash at the safe house. There were three others as well, all with a positive result. When I realized you weren’t going back there, I came here to wait for you.”
I turn to Giovanna. She’s shaking with rage, her eyes wet with unshed tears.
Oh, shit.
Dr. Rossi. The secret appointment with him she didn’t want to talk about. But why the fuck wouldn’t she tell me right away? Why would she hide it?
“Giovanna?” I prompt her quietly.
Giovanna says nothing, but Una clears her throat.
“I’m aware that it’s no longer my place to look out for your best interests officially. But after so many years together, I couldn’t in good conscience let this go on. Especially given the circumstances.”
Snarling, I turn on Una. “Whatever the fuck you think you’re doing, don’t. My fiancée and I are more than equipped to handle the details of our family planning without your interference.”
I feel Gi’s eyes on me. She looks grateful, hopeful almost, and it only adds to my confusion. I have no idea what she’s thinking or why the fuck she didn’t tell me herself. It’s not like we didn’t know it was a possibility. It’s not like I didn’t tell fucking Antonio that I would raise her baby as my own right in front of her. So why the fuck lie to me?
Una’s voice wavers. “Antonio Abbiati is the father.”
I turn back to Una, my jaw set. “No, he is not.” I don’t owe this bitch any explanations. “Whatever the fuck this is—a ploy to get your job back, some last ditch effort to get my attention—it won’t work.”
Una shakes her head. “I know you don’t want to hear this, Tommy, but I’m not wrong. Giovanna was pregnant before she was kidnapped. It was the reason she was going to go through with the wedding: Antonio is the father, and she knew it.”
Giovanna exhales like she got the wind knocked out of her, and the look of horror on her face, not Una’s little announcement, makes me feel like my lungs are in a vise.
