“You love him,” she finishes for me gently. “That’s what you can’t get out, right?”
I nod. “Yeah, I think I do.”
“Then tell him. Tell him everything and then you can both make a decision together.”
“I’m just… scared.”
“Of what? How he’ll react? He’s not exactly a stranger to children, Lindsay. Plus, he’s just as responsible as you are for the baby. But I beg you, please, let’s go to the doctor and make sure you really are pregnant before we start drawing our conclusions.”
She’s right. I know she’s right.
“Yeah, I agree. But Matteo doesn’t let me go anywhere without guards. How are we going to be able to sneak away for long enough to get me to a hospital?”
“Just leave that to me.” She smiles. “I’ll make up a reason that we have to meet up tomorrow and we can sneak away from the guards long enough to find a clinic.”
I huff out a breath, “Alright. Let’s do it.”
I’m so glad I have my best friend by my side through all of this. Heaven knows what I would do without her.
“Thank you, Val,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around her.
“You’re welcome. Oh, and if you really want to make it up to me, I want our monthly meetings on the fifteenth back. I miss that.”
“Done, and I’m sorry they came to an end because of me.”
“Water under the bridge, babe,” she says, waving off my apology.
I look up from her to find Elio Vitale leaning against a wall, watching us, and I nearly jump.
“Goodness,” I whisper, clutching my chest.
Valentina whirls around and chuckles at the sight of her brother-in-law.
“I’ve told you not to sneak up on people like that,cognato,” she chides.
He pushes off the wall with a smirk, coming to stand in front of us.
“Sal says we should all head to the dining for breakfast. We’re all itching to get to know a kinder side of Ms. Prosecutor,” he informs us.
“That feels… foreboding,” I state.
He smiles. “For what it’s worth, I’m happy my brother found someone that made him lose control. He was always too uptight.”
“He still is,” I point out.
“Yeah, but he’s better,” Elio says on a shrug.
I like him the best out of all the brothers. Mostly because he’s the least intimidating, but there’s a quiet thoughtfulness to him. He’s similar to Matteo in his intensity but his aura doesn’t scream about the type of life he belongs to.
We head over to where a spread of breakfast has been served. Enough to feed a small army. Salvatore sits at the head of the table and after Valentina squeezes my hand, she moves to take her place beside him. His eyes light up at her approach, his gaze softening.
Raffaele’s leaning back in his chair, restless as always, “Where did you two go?” he questions.
“We were braiding each other’s hair,” I reply sarcastically.
He grins. “You have a mouth that gets most people in trouble, little Lin.”
“Play nice, Raf,” Matteo says from behind me.
