Stefano
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Even in the rain , her hair quickly being plastered to her head with her leggings and over sized jumper swelling out from her middle she looked beautiful. Right down to her absurd pink wellington boots.
“It’s true then?” I asked when she finally turned to face me. Her mouth slack with shock. My eyes lingered on her round stomach.
My child was in there. A son or daughter to carry on the Romano name.
“Stefano.” She finally let out the breath she had been holding and quickly moved to tug her coat across her stomach as if that would hide it from me.
But god I had missed the way her lips moved when she said my name. I had missed her.
“What are you doing here?”
I loved the defiant lift of her chin.
“Not happy to see me Lil Bum?” I was dying
