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The last time I let my instincts guide me regarding Enzo, I ended up in his bed.
Heat pools between my legs as I consider the possibility of that happening again.
I’ve certainly thought about it.
Enzo has been a regular feature in both my nightmares and mywet dreamsthese last four months. I’ve lost track of how many times I brought myself to a release imagining his hands on me.
Laurie, oblivious to my entirely inappropriate thoughts, carries on unfazed. “Don’t try to shut him out if he wants to take things forward with you. I have a feeling he must have missed you, too.”
“You’ve never even met him.”
“Sure, but you told me everything there is to know about him.” She winks. “So, in a way, I kind of have.”
Since hearing that they had called me back to Italy, Laurie is convinced that Enzo has been secretly pining for me all this time, and we are two lovers about to live our second chance romance with a happily ever after.
As much as my heart might be crying for that to be true, I need to be realistic.
Unfortunately, I can’t help the sliver of hope that shines in my soul.
“What if he refuses to have anything to do with the baby?” My nails scrape the inside of my palm.
“From what you’ve told me, he seems to love his children. And that baby is there is as much his as the other three.”
I shake my head. “Those children are from his marriage to a dead wife he is still in love with. This is different.”
Laurie raises an eyebrow at me. “Regardless. You are telling him about his child, not demanding retribution or marriage. It’s normal for people to co-parent without marrying. Though, I have a feeling he might just want to marry you, too.”
I smack her arm lightly, “Can you stop giving me unrealistic hopes?”
“I have a gut feeling about this.” She shrugs.
Her words stay with me as I finish packing. The proof I need to show the Marchettis is packed away tightly in a small bag and stowed in my hand-luggage so I have access to it at all times.
Laurie, being the amazing friend she always has been, drops me off at the airport.
“Take good care of yourself and the little one,” she instructs as she kisses my cheek for a final goodbye. “I’ll keep my phone with me at all times. If anything goes wrong, you call me straight away, okay?”
I nod. I can’t thank her enough for the things she does for me.
As I make my way to my gate, I am finally alone. The nervousness envelopes like a vine.
How should I tell him?
I’m pregnant, Enzo.
Enzo, I am pregnant.
You are going to be a father again.
I’ve gone over multiple scenarios in my mind already, but I cannot anticipate what his reaction is going to be.
It could go either way. Even though what I really want is for him to accept the child. To be happy about the baby. Even if he still doesn’t want me.
The overhead speaker announces my flight is boarding first class.
I glance down at my ticket. It is the first time I really look at it, and my eyes wide. They booked me into first class.
It’s my first time travelling in such luxury, and I’m glad because at least it gives me the privacy I need.