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CARLOS
Epilogue: Four Years Later
“This restaurant is enchanted or something. Seems like every time Dragos fall in love, they spill the beans about the babies in this place.” Jessica said, her voice faintly registering in my ears, along with the indistinguishable chatter of customers in Mario’s restaurant.
“Say it again,” I ordered Gabriela, clutching my gut with my hand.
Honestly. Who knew that true happiness, bone-deep happiness, felt a little like you were going to hurl?
“I told you. We’re going to have a baby,” she said, watching me intently for my reaction.
“Don’t f**k with me, Gabriela.” My voice wavered. My wife had won more than her fair share of races over the years, but this feeling was more amazing than sharing any of those winning circles with her. “Carlos, please. Yo
