The door bursts open, shaking both me and Alessandro from the stupor we've been in ever since the doctor dropped the bombshell on us. Phoebe halts, her gaze cautiously moving from me to Alessandro. "What's going on?" She asks carefully. "I brought you a change of clothes, I thought maybe you wouldn't want to get into a tight dress and heels again." Yeah, definitely no tight dresses for me anymore. "Is everything okay?" She asks when neither one of us answers us. "Is there something wrong with the baby? For fucks sake, please don't tell me there's something wrong with the baby!" Alessandro shakes his head and wordlessly holds the sonogram pictures out for her to take. She looks as scared as I'm feeling as she drops the bag on the chest of drawers and walks over to take it from him. "What the hell is this? There are three numbers on here." She frowns down at the picture, trying to make out what it is. Alessandro clears his throat. "There isn't a baby, Phoebe." For the life of me

My heart is pounding as Phoebe and I get into the back of the SUV with Enzo behind the wheel. Apparently, Thomas was with Alessandro when he left to go to his mother's. The drive out of the city feels longer as usual, and I'm so grateful for Phoebe clutching my hand. I don't know what the hell I would have done without her this last month. She has been my rock and anchor, especially when I had to be a rock for Alessandro. I will never be able to repay her for this. I should actually thank her douche of an ex-boyfriend. If he didn't play a hand in this, she might have never moved to the city. Maybe he deserved to keep his hands after all. A nurse opens the door when we arrive at the Moretti house, and the first thing I hear is a heartbreaking wail. I immediately rush up the stairs and barge into Gabby's room. My feet still as I take in the absolutely agonizing site in front of me. A sob rips from my throat as my eyes land on Alessandro, who is kneeling by the side of his mother's

Soft kisses trail down from my neck to my shoulder, my leg lifted to open me to fingers dipping into my panties. My eyes flutter open into the darkness of the night. "Alessandro?" He doesn't answer me, but he slowly parts my lips to rub slow circles on my clit. I'm still slightly upset with him for shutting me out and going radio silence for the whole day, but my body didn't get that memo. He groans as I push my ass into his erection and his fingers go down further to dip a single digit inside. It's been too long since he's been inside me, and I hungrily ride that finger. I missed him. Even if he's been here, he was so busy, and when he did sleep, I was out like a candle. "Your pussy is so wet." He adds another finger and I moan at the pressure. "Is it wet for me? Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes." I gasp. His fingers leave me and his cock fills me in one go. My pussy contracts around him and he groans low in my ear. "Fuck, you feel too good." His hand rubs my lower belly. "

This can't be happening! My heart threatens to explode out of my chest, and Thomas literally has to lift me from Dario. Alessandro can't lose another person. It would kill literally anybody, no matter how strong, to lose all their family members in a matter of weeks of each other. "Open the door for the paramedics." Thomas instructs calmly as he turns Dario on his side. I rush to the door, and I'm glad that I don't need a security code to unlock from the inside. It can't be longer than ten minutes until the paramedics arrive, but it feels like an eternity standing at that door. "He's in here!" I run to his bedroom where Thomas is still holding a shaking Dario. "What is he on?" The female asks calmly while checking Dario's blood pressure. "Alcohol, maybe opioid." Thomas backs off to give he paramedics space to work. Opioid? I've only seen Dario drink before, but a person is not exactly going to use drugs in front of other people if they don't wanna be caught. Again, I can't sa

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