EPILOGUE
Tracy smiled as she watched Tammy and Luca make out on the dance floor. They’d been married five months, yet they still behaved as if they were on their honeymoon. Tracy rubbed her gigantic belly in total envy of how fit Tammy looked in her form-fitting, red evening gown. Thankfully, her friend had created a beautiful maternity gown just for her.
“How are you feeling, bella?” Francis asked, placing his hand on her belly.
“For the hundredth time, Francis. I feel fine.”
“Donna, you're nearly due. We should have stayed in,” Francis argued.
“You are getting on my nerves,” Tracy mumbled under her breath.
“I’m sorry, cara,” Francis responded remorsefully.
Tracy instantly felt guilt. Over the past couple of weeks, she’d been absolutely merciless. “No, Francis. I’m sorry. You’ve been so sweet, and I’m a total bitch.”
“No worries, bella. It’s the hormones.”
“Fucking hormones,” Tracy scoffed
“Soon you’ll be the nice woman I fell in love with again,” Francis said with a playful smirk.
“Let’s hope.”
“I’m going to get a drink, donna.”
“I’m sure you need it,” Tracy chuckled.
Francis smiled and stood. He leaned in, kissed her forehead, and asked, “Anything?”
“No, honey. I’m okay.”
When Francis walked away, Tracy returned her attention to the dance floor, but the song had finished, and Tammy and Luca were headed back to the table. Jack had also returned. He sat next to Tracy and squeezed her shoulder.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I feel fine. I’m just glad to be out of the house.”
“You're driving him crazy, aren't you?”
“Bat shit crazy,” Tracy confirmed.
“I see,” Jack chuckled. “Well, don't you worry. He can take it.”
Tracy noticed that everyone, except for Francis and Victoria, had made it back to the table.
“Where’s Vic?”
When her question went unanswered, she turned to Jack. He was glaring across the table. Tracy followed his line of sight and smiled. He was shooting visual darts at Angel Medina. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Emily, and he’d been sticking to her like glue the entire evening. But judging from the smile on her face, Emily didn't seem to mind.
“Jack?” Tracy whispered, nudging his arm.
“Huh? Yes?” he startled, returning his attention to her.
“Why are you looking at them like that?”
“Every time I turn around he’s sniffing around my baby sister,” grumbled.
“Umm…in case you haven't noticed, Emily is not a baby. And what do you have against Angel? The man saved our lives.”
