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He puts his thoughts on hold for now. A sly grin appears on his face as he formulates his plan. He’s sure that his father will be very pleased to hear that he has found Nicoletta Borelli.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Nicoletta

The world is spinning. I bolt out of bed, still in my ripped black dress, and fling the bathroom door open. I spot the open toilet and lunge myself at it, throwing up last night’s dinner and a mix of bile. I always knew that I wasn’t a strong drinker, but I didn’t drink a drop last night. If I had, I wouldn’t remember anything else that happened after coming home with Ezio. But I do. It’s not a hangover, so this doesn’t make sense. I keep throwing up until my stomach’s empty, and I’m heaving nothing more than acid. I flush the toilet and wash my face in the sink. I feel better, but I’m still nauseous. My skin doesn’t feel warm so that crosses out being sick.

“Are you okay?” Ezio sits up from the bed, rubbing his eyes as I emerge from the bathroom. I catch a glimpse of the sky from the window. It’s still dark outside, so it must be around four in the morning.

“No,” I admit, wiping my mouth. “I feel like shit.”

As I say the last words, I feel vomit climbing up my throat. I dash back to the bathroom, kneeling over the toilet and throwing up nothing but air. Ezio’s standing by the door, now looking overtly concerned.

“Did you catch a cold? You didn’t bring a coat last night.”

“I doubt a cold would make me throw up like this,” I mutter.

“Let me go find something to make you feel better.”

Within a minute, I hear the sounds of a pot and a can opener. He’s probably heating up some soup. I finish in the bathroom and gargle my mouth with cold water. I change into a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt and join Ezio in the kitchen. He pours the soup into a bowl and hands me a bottle of Gatorade.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks.

I shake my head and take a few spoonfuls of the chicken soup. I still feel like shit, but the warm food clears the nausea a little. Ezio looks at me with his arms crossed against his chest. “Do you want me to buy some medication?” he asks. “We can’t afford to get you sick.”

“Yeah, sure.” I chuckle. “Because I can’t afford for you to baby me anymore than you do.”

Ezio chuckles back.

I reach for my phone where I’d left it on the counter before going out last night. The battery’s almost dying, so I take the chance to send Katie a quick message to let her know I’m still okay. As I put down the device, a pop-up appears on my screen. It’s my period tracker reminding me that my monthly flow is five days late.

That’s not abnormal. I’ve had a few instances where I’ve been late before. Yet, I’ve never been sick before. Never thrown up before. I touch my nipples. Do they feel tender? I can’t tell.

There’s only one way to find out what’s going on.

“Ezio?”

“Mhmm?”

“While you’re at it, can you buy me a pregnancy test?”

I catch the surprised look on his face and then he asks, “Are you sure?”

“I don’t know. We’ve used condoms half the time and your pull-out game is quite strong, but it won’t hurt to check, right?”

An indescribable emotion flashes across his face before he nods. “Right.”

I finish the rest of my soup as I watch him grab his coat and head for the front door.

“I’ll be right back,” he says.

***

Ezio is gone for only half an hour, but it feels like eternity. By the time I hear the car parking outside, my heart is already racing. I sit on the edge of the bed with my hands together and my legs shaking. If it is what I think it is, then this has got to be the worst possible timing ever.

I’m positive I want a family, but am I ready to be a mother right now?There’s so much going on. There’s too much uncertainty. We still don’t know how we’re going to make it out of this mess. To add a baby to this mix…

God, we should’ve been more careful.

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