14
Daniela
It’s almost dawn. The small clock on my bed stand ticks away softly in the dark. I’m dressed in a tank top and shorts—the first time in months that I’ve had a stitch of clothing on after midnight.
That’s okay. Even with Armand in bed two feet from me, I can’t possibly think about s*x right now. And not just because of the small, warm bundle nestled between us.
Poor Laura. She cried so much. And poor Armand, having to tell her. I saw how it ripped him up.
And now Armand is the Don. Which means that he’s going to be a lot busier … in a lot more danger … and under a lot more scrutiny. f**k.
My hand drifts to my belly, which is starting to feel taut and a little swollen. This baby will come no matter what. And once I start showing, I don’t know what’s going to happen.
I close
