Pregnant for the mafia

Chapter 4

“Are you sick again?” Faith nagged me.

While we were watching a movie, I ran to the bathroom for what would be the fourth time today and was exhausted. I had been feeling like this for three months now, and my body felt close to giving up on me, but I knew this was probably because I tended to overwork myself.

“Don't worry, it's nothing,” I yelled back and gargled some mouthwash in the hopes of getting the disgusting taste out of my mouth.

No matter what happened... even if I was on the verge of dying, I had to do whatever I could so I could at least pay my rent this month.

So getting sick was not an option.

While everyone had a family to turn to, I didn't and was all on my own, like I had always been.

Of course, there was no harm in asking Faith or Luna for money because I knew they would gladly give it to me. But if anything, I felt embarrassed.

I was already at the age where I should have been able to take care of myself, but I couldn't.

“I told you not to eat that bread with Cheetos. You always eat the most disgusting things,” Faith complained and made her way over to the bedroom.

I quickly put away the mouthwash and pretended to be fine.

“It's not disgusting. I saw it on a Colombian cooking channel.”

Faith scrunched up her nose and shook her head in disapproval.

“Girl, I know you are desperate to learn Spanish and get to know your culture and all, but maybe we should leave the recipes for when you actually know what they are saying.”

“Alright, I'll ask Luna this time,” I protested to get her off my back and went back to the bedroom to continue the movie.

After the movie came to an end, Faith had left and I didn't know how fast to run back to the toilet to throw up once more.

Me being the person I was, I had googled my symptoms but stopped extremely quickly when it ended with all sorts of diseases.

The next day, I felt even worse than I did yesterday, but I still went to work, determined not to miss a single day.

I took everything I could to make myself feel better, but failed because nothing worked.

Just like every night, I looked in the mirror and turned around to stare at my body.

The dress shirt and fitted skirt I wore today usually hugged my body perfectly, but today it didn't.

“Luna, do I look fat?” I asked and looked over at the girl who was applying her lipstick.

She stopped whatever she was doing and turned toward me to properly look at my stomach.

Her eyes showed confusion.

“No, but you gained a bit of weight. Looks good on you though.”

While Luna didn't know the impact of her words and went back to whatever she was doing, my stomach twisted painfully because I knew it wasn't supposed to be like that.

I had been on a strict diet to maintain my body and there was no reason as to why I had gained weight.

“Girl, you just gained weight. You are not pregnant. Stop overreacting,” Luna laughed at me and walked out of the dressing room, leaving me behind.

My legs felt weak and I fell to the floor while burying my head between my hands.

This could not be happening.

This could not be happening.

But there was no other explanation for the symptoms I was experiencing.

There was no other explanation for me gaining weight or throwing up several times a day.

There was no reason other than me being pregnant.

“No, Alessia, stop overreacting. You are not pregnant.”

I got up from the floor and looked into the mirror one more time, but no matter how much I tried to convince myself, there was no way.

All the signs pointed toward me being pregnant.

Only when I felt something wet on my cheek did I realize I was crying.

No matter what, I couldn't be pregnant.

There was only one person who could be the father.And that person was the man who wouldn't even give me the time of day.

The man who wouldn't even spare me a glance every time he walked past me and acted as though nothing had happened between us.

And that man was Luciano.

What would he say if he found out I was pregnant?

He would probably tell me to get an abortion.

Yes, a hundred percent.

What else would he say when he still had his entire life ahead of him, a life that could not be ruined by a baby from some nobody bartender?

The moment I heard footsteps approaching, I quickly wiped away my tears and forced a smile onto my face.

“Alessia, are you crying?”

I turned around and looked at Faith, whose face was filled with confusion.

Unfortunately, she could always see right through me.

“Are you crying?” she repeated softly.

I quickly shook my head and grabbed her hand.

“I’m not. There was just something stuck in my eye. Let’s go.”

We walked out of the dressing room together with our arms linked, completely distracted by some random conversation.

I was so caught up in talking that I didn’t realize I had walked straight into someone until my body crashed against a chest as hard as stone.

My breath caught instantly.

Slowly, I looked up only to meet Luciano’s unreadable expression.

Panic immediately flooded through me.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized quickly.

My heart pounded violently against my chest while I waited for him to say something.

Anything.

But instead, Luciano simply stepped aside and continued walking without another glance, completely ignoring me.

Would he ignore me the same way if I told him I was pregnant?