Fallon
“You don’t want to be a mother?” Gina asks gently.
“I don’t want to become my mother,” I answer honestly. I hesitate then quickly add, “Either way, I will end up one. Leone is pretty pushy.”
Gina looks at me with an understanding that goes beyond words, as if she can see into the depths of my soul and the future since it seems in some ways we appear to have the same one.
Gina sighs, her shoulders slumping as she admits, “I quit drinking, hoping to try to repair my relationship with Leone.”
“And you have, don’t ruin it now.” I implore. “I won’t have an alcoholic around my baby, and I don’t think Leone will allow it, either,” I admit.
“I doubt Leone will allow me near any baby. He hates me,” she says.
“Give it time,” I tell her gently. “Until then, focus on being sober for futu
