CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-ELEVEN

My heart rate skyrockets as soon as I'm lying down on the bed in Dr.Pesci 's exam room. He says my pregnancy is high risk because it's multiples, and he might refer me to someone else who specializes in pregnancies where there are more than two babies.

That is not something that I wanted to hear because I like him, and he makes me feel comfortable around him.

Alessandro squeezes my hand, and I turn my head towards him. At least he's here this time. I still haven't told him about taking the morning after pill in Greece, but I figured it didn't even work, so it doesn't matter at this point.

Also, he's extremely stressed out. I can see it in the tired look in his eyes. He's grieving the loss of his parents, and simultaneously, he has to deal with the business and the Whittle's shit. Dario is in some fancy rehab. Apparently, he's staying until he feels like joining the real world again.

"You okay?" I ask him. That's really the most stupid line ever created, but I can't think of anythi