Page 170 of Knot So Social

I shake my head and pull out my phone. It’s finally time to call my mother.

She answers right away, and it’s nice to speak freely in Italian. “Alessandro? Why haven’t I been able to get hold of you? Did something happen?”

The worry in her tone eats at me. “I’m sorry, Mammina. Something did happen, but I’m okay.”

“Oh, no, my baby boy. Do you need me? What’s wrong?”

I cover my face with one hand and stifle a groan. “No, it’s fine now. But I wanted to tell you some good news.”

“I’m listening.”

“I met an omega.”

She squeals. “Oh my! Tell me you’re not teasing?”

“Why would I tease about something like that? Her name is Willow and—”

“Willow! Such a beautiful name.”

I lean against a tree trunk. This could take a while. “Yes. And she’s just as beautiful as her name. She also has two other alphas who are twins.”

“A pack? Oh goodness, Alessandro. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, they’re great guys actually. We’re getting along well.”

“Wonderful, wonderful. But you must be the first to put a baby in her, you know?”

I gasp. “Mammina!”

“What?” Her voice shifts to a whine. “Can't a woman want grandchildren? It is the one desire of my heart.”

“It’s way too early to talk about babies,” I chide.

She huffs. “Okay, I’ll wait six months.”

I bang my head back against the tree trunk, knowing I’ll be hearing about it again in less than two.

“Alessandro, this is good news. I’ll go into town and tell all my friends, and then I’ll go see Enzo.”

I furrow my brow, a cautionary angst climbing up my neck. “Enzo, the travel agent? Why would you go see him?”

“To book my tickets, of course. How could I not go to America to meet my daughter in law?”

“Mammina, no! Absolutely not.” I bolt upright, and wave the idea away madly. “I literally only just started dating this omega . . . two days ago. You cannot turn up out of the blue and start talking about babies to her!”

“I said I wouldn’t talk about babies for three months.”

“Six.”

“What?”

I groan. The dogs scurry over to investigate, nudging at my knees.

“Do not come, Mammina. If you can promise me that, I’ll send a photo.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t book a ticket. Sheesh! Anyone would think you’re hiding something from your mother. Can I tell my friends about her?”

“Would anything I say stop you?”