Page 64 of Unsure in Love

I wanted to have dinner with Damian and his aunt every week. Before I could mentally berate myself for that, Lucia held up the bottle she’d put beside the dessert.

“How about a little red wine?” she sang.

“I’ll pass,” Damian said.

“I wish I could…”

Lucia’s gaze snapped to me. “It’s fine, dear. You can indulge. In fact, you can have the entire bottle. I have my poison right here.”

I almost gagged when she pulled a flask from her bosom.

“Lucia.” Damian groaned. “How many drinks have you had so far?”

“Oh, stop Damian. I’m not an alcoholic—borderline maybe—but not. Besides, you know I'm a funny drunk. I won’t embarrass you in front of your lady friend.”

I cackled because there was no holding back my amusement. Lucia’s eyes danced with laughter as she took a sip from her flask. Damian blew out a breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Then he shook his head and laughed. I suppose that was him accepting, once again, that his aunt was just a hilarious character.

“Lucia, it’s official. I need to hang out with you again,” I admitted between giggles.

“I would love that.” She grinned. “Now, why can’t you have a drink with me?”

My laughter ceased. “Well…” I looked to Damian for help.

“Cass is pregnant,” he announced without hesitation. “We’re having a boy.”

Lucia gasped and sputtered on her next sip. She recovered quickly, her dark eyes, like Damian’s, swiveled between us. “You two… Dios mio. We’re having a baby?”

I smiled because she sounded like my younger sister, Ruby.

“Cass and I are,” Damian confirmed. “Not you.”

I chuckled at that.

Lucia squealed and spoke in rapid Spanish as she sprinted around the table. I didn’t know what she said, but she was obviously excited by the hugs and kisses Damian and I received.

“Such wonderful news. I thought I’d never get grandnieces or nephews.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”

Lucia danced back to her seat. “You’ve never introduced me to a woman you were seeing. At one point, I thought you just weren’t into women.”

Damian glowered. “Hilarious.”

Lucia laughed.

I pressed my palm to my mouth but my snicker came out anyway. He turned to me with a smirk. “She’s like this all the time.”

And I could tell he loved it. I wanted our child to have an easy interaction with us the way Damian did with his aunt. We stayed at Lucia’s for a while longer. She gave us more congratulations—and laughs—until Damian announced we were leaving to see his father.

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DAMIAN

“I hope you weren’t too overwhelmed by Lucia.”

I turned to Damian. We were in his car in another parking lot about ten minutes from Lucia’s apartment. The facility Damian’s father lived at was more like an apartment complex. I learned it was for retired folks who liked their independence but required some assistance.

“Are you kidding? I don’t think I’ve laughed that much in two hours ever. She’s loads of fun.”

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