Alessandro's POV
The restaurant was quiet, the soft lighting and hushed conversations creating an intimate atmosphere that was the perfect backdrop to our evening out. Illyana looked absolutely stunning sitting beside me in the booth, her hand resting on my thigh. I kept my arm around her as we ate, enjoying the feel of her close, the warmth of her body against mine. These were the moments I lived for, that reminded me exactly why I was fighting.
We ate, sharing a bottle of non-alcoholic Prima Pavé and a plate of pasta carbonara. We’d already had our starters, risottos, and pizza capricciosa, and yet Illyana’s appetite was something else. The doctor had warned us about the pregnancy cravings, but… She’s eating for two now, I reminded myself, watching her with amusement as she practically
