Page 26 of Remember That Time

"If you want," my mother said, "we can set up a nursery next to your room and put in a connecting door."

"I want to wait until the baby is fully stable before I start buying a bunch of stuff." I refused to admit I'd already bought a couple of baby things.

My mother's brow furrowed as her eyes dropped to my abdomen. "Is there something wrong with the baby?"

"No, no," I said quickly to reassure her. "I've just heard that it's best to wait until at least the fifth month before buying stuff. Miscarriages happen a lot more frequently in the early months."

The thought terrified me.

"Do you have any juice?" I asked Frank.

"Always." He snorted before gesturing toward the kitchen. "There should be some fresh juice in the refrigerator."

I got up and headed to the kitchen. As much as I wanted a cup of coffee, I'd read that caffeine was bad for pregnant people. I found the juice easy enough, but it was a little harder to find a glass.

"Cabinet left of the fridge."

I glanced over to see Frank leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. I ignored him as I grabbed a glass and poured myself some juice. I knew why he had followed me in here. He was in big brother mode.

I actually expected Martino to show up any moment now.

I crossed one arm over my waist and took a sip of juice as I leaned back against the counter. I could feel my brother's eyes on me, assessing me. I knew he had questions. I also knew I wouldn't get out of answering a few of them. I just wanted to get away without spilling everything.

"You doing okay?" Frank finally asked after several moments of agonizing silence.

I placed both hands around my glass, enjoying the coolness of it, and nodded. "Still a little morning sickness, but I'm kind of used to it by now."

"Henry had morning sickness into his fifth month and then again for the last month."

I prayed that didn't happen to me.

"Nonnagave me some ginger candy to suck on," I stated. "It helps."

"She made a bunch up for Henry and Ryan when they were pregnant. Trust me, it works."

Good to know.

I sighed when Martino walked into the room. He came over and leaned back against the center island, his arms crossed over his chest much like Frank.

Yeah, this was going to be fun.

Martino pursed his lips as he glanced between me and Frank. "So..."

"You do remember the part where I said I wasn't ready to discuss the father yet, right?"

Frank smiled.

Martino smiled.

I tried to run out of the kitchen, but they caught me, each grabbing one of my arms. I thought they were going to drill me with questions right there and then.

That's what I got for thinking.

They lifted me up off my feet and carried me through the penthouse to Frank's study. The door shut firmly behind them. Frank walked around to sit at his desk while Martino leaned up against the door, cutting off my escape.

When they both just stared at me, neither of them saying a word, I knew I wasn't going to get out of that room until I spilled every last detail.

"You have to swear to me that you won't say anything to our parents orNonna."

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