"You've been… somewhere else tonight," he said, his Italian accent thick, almost melodic. His hand brushed against mine lightly. "Tell me, cara. What's on your mind?"
I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight, dry. Every instinct told me to hold back, to protect myself but the truth pressed so urgently against my chest that it hurt.
"I… I need to tell you something," I whispered, my voice sounded fragile.
Dante's dark eyes softened, but there was still that quiet strength, that Alpha presence that always made me feel both safe and exposed. "Whatever it is, we face it together."
The words broke something open in me. "…I'm… I'm… pregnant."
The second the words left my lips, the restaurant seemed to shrink. His glass paused halfway to his mouth, suspended in air as though the world itself h
