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I braced myself.

"I just spoke with Teresa and she told me that the Daphne Mykonos just returned home from school in Europe. She graduated from the university with a degree in business. Her father is—"

"I know who her father is,Yiayia." I'd done business with the man a time or two. "What does that have to do with Daphne?"

My grandmother's exasperated sigh told me everything.

"You're not getting any younger, Janos. It's time for you to settle down and start a family. I wanted to hold my great-grandchild in my arms before I die."

I thought about the paternity test that had just been delivered to me, and for a brief moment I considered telling my grandmother about it, but then I quickly came to my senses. She'd never leave me alone if I did that.

"I'm not interested in Daphne,Yiayai. She's not my type. But I'll consider your words." That was the best that I could give her. I knew she wanted me to settle down, but she kept introducing me to women I had no interest in.

I was bisexual. I liked men and women equally, just not very often.

Someone once told me my sexuality was defined asSapiosexuality. I was interested in a person's personality, not the way they looked. I needed to feel intellectually stimulated by another person in order to feel sexually attracted to them.

I wasn't sure that was true, but I wasn't attracted by that many people, so maybe it was. I'm sure most people assumed I slept with anything that had a pulse. They would be surprised athow few lovers I'd actually had in my life. They weren't even in double digits.

I couldn't explain the man I'd slept with two months ago. I'd don't remember having any deep conversations with him that would have stimulated my interest. I don't remember talking to him at all.

I did remember everything we'd done together, however, and those images fueled my nightly fantasies.

I seriously needed to find this man.

Chapter Three

~ Gianni ~

I groaned with pure delight as I bit into the fried pickle I'd bought at the farmer's market. I'd never had one before always thinking they sounded gross.

Oh, how wrong I was. This little bit of breaded sour crispiness might have been the best invention anyone had ever made in their life.

"How can you eat that crap?" Tony asked.

"It tastes good." I just grinned before taking another bite. Tony wasn't an omega like I was. He'd never understand the food cravings of a pregnant person.

I hadn't gotten up the courage to tell anyone I was pregnant—including my roommate—simply because I still wasn't sure what I was going to do about the situation yet.

Part of me wanted to keep the baby. Even if I couldn't remember who the man was that I had slept with, this baby was genetically half mine. Considering how unpredictable life could be—this baby being a perfect example—I couldn't say for sure that I'd get another chance to have a child.

On the other hand, having this baby would completely derail the path I had set for my life. Granted, I could take up my residency again once the baby was born, but raising a kid and working incredibly hard and long hours as a doctor at the same time didn't sound like a good idea.

Then there was my family.

If myNonnaand parents ever learned I was pregnant, whether to have this baby or not would no longer be a question. They had very firm ideas about family and children and about taking responsibility for our actions.

I'd never escape.

The flip side of that was that if I decided to keep the baby, they would back me one hundred percent. I just wasn't sure I was ready for all the questions that would come with it.

Mostly, because I didn't have answers.

"So, I met someone."

I glanced at Tony. "You met someone?"

Tony's cheeks flushed. "He's a few years older than me, but fuck, he's gorgeous."

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