"Viz, listen, don't organize a party yet, okay? Keep it a secret for now. I need to talk to my Papa and Nivan first. I want to tell them myself and not have them hear about my pregnancy from someone else," Nessa said.
Viz's eyebrows furrowed, erasing the smile that had been fixed on his lips earlier. His car had stopped in front of the tall gate of the Santanas. He wanted to drop Nessa off right at the front of the house, but she firmly refused.
"Why should we keep it a secret? We're not teenagers anymore. We're grown-ups now, Nessa." The idea of keeping Nessa's pregnancy a secret didn't sit well with him. Because the truth was, he wanted to shout it from the rooftops that he was going to be a 'daddy.' "I'll go with you, the two of us will face your Papa and your twin. My intentions towa
