Page 80 of Immoral

I slide into the seat, and everyone follows. Arianna and Killian sit across from Gianni and me. The vehicle pulls out of the garage and through the gate. As soon as we turn onto the main road, Arianna puts her hand on her stomach and winces.

"Lass, what's wrong?" Killian frets.

She shakes her head. "Nothing. The baby is kicking again. Nothing major."

Killian doesn't look convinced.

"Honestly. I'm fine."

"Maybe we should have Silvio examine you. You've been having that happen a lot," he worries.

She laughs. "Yeah. I have a child with legs growing inside me. I don't need Silvio to give me an exam. Everything is fine."

"It won't hurt."

More amusement fills her expression. "If it were up to you, I'd have an exam every day of the week."

"It wouldn't hurt," he says in a serious tone.

She rolls her eyes and turns toward Gianni and me. "Please tell me we're going to lunch later. I'm starving."

My stomach growls so loud, everyone hears it. "I guess I am, too."

Gianni wrinkles his forehead. "I don't remember you eating so much before."

I smirk. "Are you judging me?"

"Only when you make me get out of bed in the middle of the night to get you gelato."

"Hey! You ate more than I did!"

He chuckles then shrugs. "It was good."

"What kind was it?" Arianna asks.

"Mint chocolate chip," Gianni answers.

"Ugh! That isn't supposed to be in the house. You know Papà can't stay away from it," she whines.

"He's fine. He just had a complete physical, and Silvio said all his numbers improved," Gianni claims.

"Mint chocolate chip gelato isn't going to help keep his numbers good," she insists.

"Arianna, let the man have his gelato," Killian mutters.

She snaps her head toward him and jabs his chest. "Don't think I didn't see you spread extra butter on your toast today."

He groans. "Once again, my numbers are all in line, too."

"For now. How long can you eat butter and stay that way?"

"Do we have to get into this again? I'm Irish. We're meant to eat butter."

"We have a child on the way. You should be more conscientious."

He picks up her hand and kisses the back of it. "Lass, you said you'd stop stressing about my health if my numbers stayed good."

More worry lines form on her forehead.

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