Page 184 of The Devil's Fire

“Which you wouldn’t have gotten, but since your immune system is weak because of the pregnancy, you did! I can only think of why one should never get pregnant; you get nausea, you throw up, you get back pains…” She kept on with her list, making me glare at her.

“You are being a real fucking delight right now.” I grumbled.

“… and don’t get me started when you have to give birth.” She ignored me as she continued with her listing. “I saw a birthing video once and it ain’t pretty. I am traumatized for life.” Cara shuddered.

“Why?” I asked. She shifted to the edge of the couch, her expression serious as she explained.

“You’re pushing out a baby that’s the size of a huge watermelon! Not only that, your vagina gets all torn up and your butthole explodes.”

I blinked a few times, trying to process her words before sitting up straight.

“I’m sorry, what?” I said, hoping I heard wrong.

“Yup. It gets all fucked up down there and they have to stitch your vagina and your butthole.” I dropped my jaw, and she gave me an ‘mhmm’ as she leaned back on the couch.

I turned to look at Damiano with a terrified look on my face.

“What have you done to me?” It came out in a scared whisper, and for once, I think he was lost for words by what Cara said.

“I’m sure she’s exaggerating.” He gave her a disapproving look, but she shook her head.

“I’m not! I will even send you the video so you can see it for yourself.”

“I don’t want to see that! Why would you even tell me all of that?” I groaned and rubbed my stomach as I felt nauseous again.

“I thought you knew…” Cara made a face of regret. “But I’m sure it won’t happen to you!” She tried to cheer me up, which only made me glare at her even more.

“Lorenzo, go make her pregnant right now! I will not suffer alone.” I said to get back at her. He actually rose to his feet and went to grab Cara’s hand, which she smacked his hand away like a fly.

“Uh, no, thank you.” She leaned all the way back on the couch to get away from him.

“Let’s go. She needs to rest.” Lorenzo grabbed her by the waist, picked her up, and carried her over his shoulder as he made his way out the door.

“I don’t want my butthole to explode!” She tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t happen to you.” I snickered, and she flipped me off.

I rested my head back on Damiano’s shoulder.

“What time are you leaving tomorrow?” I asked, wanting to prepare mentally for the short time we would be apart.

“It will have to wait, baby. You’re too sick to travel.”

“Damiano, I can’t.” I sighed tiredly. Damiano gently held my chin to make me meet his gaze.

“I can’t let you out of my sight, not after tonight. We could have lost…” He didn't finish his sentence; instead, he held me tightly.

“I know.” I whispered. “I’ll be careful.” I tried to reassure him.

“Althaia, baby, listen to me.” He gently cupped my face. “I can’t leave you alone. I will go fucking crazy if I can’t have you close to me where I can make sure you’re safe.”

“I understand you’re worried, I really do, but I won’t be alone. I have my mother and Luca is here too. I know you have to leave because your phone has been going off like crazy, and you have been trying to work from here. Whatever it is, it sounds like it needs your attention.” I pointed out.

I have noticed the constant buzzing and ringing of his phone from text messages and phone calls. Whenever he was on the phone, he would get annoyed or angry with them and kept giving out strict orders.

“Have you been eavesdropping on my phone calls?” Damiano raised an amused brow, his lips curling into a slight smile.

“No.” I puffed out. Damiano leaned back, crossed his arms, and tilted his head, as if questioning me.

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