CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-NINE

I get even more pissed off when Alessandro doesn't come home that night. My insecurities threaten to smother me again. What if he decided I wasn't worth the drama and hooked up with Raquel instead? I did tell him he should put babies in her belly. What if he actually did that? Raquel would open him with open arms and fertile ovaries.

This is how pathetic I've become. I hate both myself and Alessandro for it.

I want to tell myself that if he had just stayed away from me, I would have been perfect, but that would be a lie.

If I had never met him, I would still be dead inside, I would've never known what true love felt like. And even though I hate the feelings that come with it sometimes, I don't ever want to live without it.

I get up grudgingly because my stomach is screaming in protest. Ever since the Iron deficiency is being treated, I've gained an enormous appetite. Alma says it's a good thing because I have to eat three hundred more calories per baby. I'm definitely going to loo