Page 135 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I would laugh if it wasn’t so completely terrifying.

Pregnant.

There are a thousand questions spinning through my mind. How long has she known for? What is she going to do? Was she going to tell me? I assume that if she took the test somewhat recently, then she might have just found out but…

How do I know?

I don’t.

The things that I don’t know are going to choke me. I breathe, steadily trying to keep panic from overwhelming me…

How do I know what’s real? How do I know how to handle any of this?

I don’t even know who took her. It could be Interpol. It could be any number of enemies that we’ve racked up over the years, or it could be the ones closest to home.

I need answers.

There are too many questions. I can’t sort through them, because every time I try, my eyes drift down to the little plastic test in my hand.

Gia’s pregnant.

There’s no doubt in my mind that the baby is ours. I’ve been around her for the last few weeks, exclusively, and more than that, she said she had the shot.

That she was covered.

I never would have…

My heart skips a beat. Unfortunately, that’s not entirely true.

I love the idea of being a parent with Gia.

The fantasy of it lingers in front of my mind like some kind of pipe dream.

Gia and I, reading books to our baby.

Having a baby shower.

Going to the doctor together.

Having insanely hot sex at night and then waking up to make the kid pancakes.

It’s…

It hurts, how badly I want that.

So no, I can’t think my way out of this. I can’t process what I need to do. I don’t even know where I should fucking start.

It’s like I’m lost.

Unfortunately, I know exactly what I need in order to be found.

I need the one person who can help me.

My eyes squeeze shut.

I need my big brother.

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