Four Months Later….“Try this, nipote,” Nonna gingerly set a plate filled with pasta in front of me.I eyed it skeptically, second-guessing my craving for peanut butter and jelly spaghetti. Mushing a glob of jelly between the prongs of my fork, I gagged instantly.Running to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth, I heard Jamie mutter under his breath, “Not again.”“Poor bambino. The little ones don’t want this either, it seems.”This fucking sucks. Two days of only eating peanut butter and jelly with everything, and now these little parasites are taking that from me too.After emptying the contents of my stomach, I glared down at my belly while wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.“You two have outstayed your welcome.”I sat on the cold tile floor, shooting daggers at my monstrous-sized gut with thoughts of eviction in my mind when deep chuckling from the doorway sent my anger flaring again.“What are you doing, Cara Mia?”“None of your business,” I snapped.Mick laughed, then gr
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