Page 94 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he growled.
I froze, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach. “I only found out a few days ago.”
“And you didn’t think I deserved to know?” The controlled fury in his tone made Beatrice step slightly in front of me.
“Federico, this isn’t the place,” she warned.
His eyes never left mine. “When exactly were you planning to share this information, Autumn? After the baby was born? When they started college?”
“I was going to tell you,” I said quietly.
“You weregoing to?” His voice came out extraordinarily sharp. “Autumn, you could’ve told me the second you found out. I had to hear it from adoctor.”
“I was processing,” I shot back, finding my voice. “I needed time.”
“Time? While I was going out of my mind missing you, you were keeping my child a secret! From me. I’m the god damn father, Autumn!”
“Federico, stop it,” Beatrice hissed. “We’re in a hospital.”
He threw Beatrice a look of such annoyance that she flinched.
He was hurt. I could see it underneath all that anger. And guilt curled in my chest, thick and suffocating.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His face twisted with pain as he met my gaze.
“I didn’t know how,” I whispered, biting my lower lip. “Everything felt like too much.”
He stared at me for a long moment, and then his voice softened—just a little.
“You’re coming home with me.”
“Wait, what?” I squealed.
Federico took a deep breath, ignored me, and turned to Beatrice. “Thank you for bringing her in. For taking care of her. But she’s coming home with me now.”
“I don’t recall agreeing to that,” I said.
His eyes flashed. “You’re carrying my baby. You’re not staying at my sister’s apartment anymore.”
The old me might’ve argued.
The angry, fractured version of me might’ve pushed back harder.
But I was too exhausted. Too raw. Toopregnant.
“I think that’s Autumn’s decision,” Beatrice said carefully.
“It’s fine, Bea,” I sighed, suddenly feeling like all I needed to do was get the hell out of here. “I’ll go. We need to talk anyway.”
Surprise flickered across Federico’s face, like he’d been prepared for more of a fight.
“Are you sure?” Beatrice asked, concerned.
I nodded. “I’m sure.”
Federico’s shoulders relaxed slightly. He turned to Beatrice. “I mean it. Thank you for everything.”
She gave him a long look. “Don’t screw this up again.”
