She nodded and gave me a wistful look.“Yeah.It totally is.I mean, I'm fortunate that I can get that kind of assistance.Don't get me wrong.I know that.But—”
Carlo's voice cut her off.“You were crying last night?When I wasn't there?”Carlo walked over with a plate of eggs and toast.He set it down and sat beside his wife.
Giselle peered over at him.“I cry every ten minutes, honey.Haven't you noticed?”she said it sarcastically, but there was also a sadness there that anyone could hear.
“You told me to stay with Eve.I would have come back to you afterward if you'd asked me to.You know that.”He slipped his big arm around her and frowned.
But she shook her head.“No, it was Nick's first time with Francesca.I didn't want Eve to be alone.”
A loud, frustrated groan came from the kitchen.“What are you talking about?I was fine.And I would have been fine with Carlo going back to you.I was excited that Nick and Francesca were together.I mean,” she looked at me and sighed, “I would have liked to watch their first time.But I get it.Francesca hasn't been around us—like that before.So, it was for the best.But you,” she pointed at her friend, “should have told us how you were feeling.Or at least come to us when you were sad.Now I feel terrible.”She picked up a plate of pancetta and walked over to the table.After she slid the plate onto the table, she shuffled over to her friend.“I'm sorry you were sad.I wish I had known.”Then Eve leaned down and gave Giselle a hug.
“Evie, you know my moods change every minute.I'm fine now.And I was fine last night.Just because I'm having all the feelings all the time doesn't mean I was sad that Carlo was in your bed.I was happy about that.I didn't want you to be alone.”They hugged each other a little longer before letting go.
And then—
They—
Kissed.
Like, as in—on the lips.
With tongue.
Definitely with tongue.
Whoa.
Was there anyone in this house that Eve wasn't sleeping with?
“I love you,” Giselle whispered to her friend—and lover?
“I love you, too.”Eve gave her one more kiss before letting her go.Then she kissed Carlo.“I think we cool it for a while.Stay with your wife,” she said against his lips.
Carlo smiled and kissed her back.“Agreed.Last night was fun, though.Thank you.”He put his big hand on her behind, and she giggled.
Giselle spoke up, “Carlo, that's not what I want to happen.I—”
But Carlo interrupted her with a kiss, “Tough shit, wife.Because that's what's going to happen.I'm with you until this baby's born.”
Eve looked down at her friends and smiled to herself.Then she gazed over at me and gave me the same smile.
Gosh.
I felt so bad for what I'd thought about her when I'd assumed she was cheating with Carlo.
Eve sat down, and we all started filling our plates.
“Eggs, Francesca?”Carlo asked.
I looked up to see his eyes looking right at me.
And like a big, huge dufus, my cheeks started heating.Suddenly, all I could think about was his huge—um, yeah.“Oh, um, no, thanks,” my voice was unusually high, and I spoke way too fast.
Crap.
I'd panicked.
“You love eggs?And Eve made that bread.You should taste it,” Stefan said.
