ADRIAN
The door had barely clicked shut behind my mother and Bianca before I dropped my head into my hands.
I loved them. But they were going to kill me.
I sat there for a long moment, breathing through the chaos they left behind. My mother’s perfume still lingered in the air, along with the echo of her voice, her expectations, her certainty that I was already making a baby.
And Bianca’s laughter. That would haunt me for days.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling then scrubbed a hand over my face. I needed to talk to Isabella before my mother started booking cathedrals and orchestras and releasing press statements before I lost my mind.
I wasn’t afraid of marrying her again, or giving her a wedding. I wasn’t even afraid of the possibility of a baby. What terrified me wa
