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“I promise you, I’m fine.” She sipped some lemon water. “Although, when I imagined you showing me fun, it didn’t look like this.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” She tried to hide her face from me, but I grabbed her chin and turned it back.
“Pina?”
“Maya and I had a talk today about what will come after the baby. Life will be so different, at least mine will.” I frowned, but kept my mouth shut and let her finish. “I’m not sad about it. Last month I didn’t know if I ever wanted children and now I can’t wait for the months to pass so I can see our baby.”
“Yes. Yes, me too.” Until this exact moment, I had no idea how true those words were. I couldn’t wait to see my kid.
“It’s the size of a cherry.”
“What?”
“Rebeca put me in contact with her doctor and she didn’t have time to fit me in for a visit yet, but we talked on the phone, and she gave me some reading materials. I’m nine weeks pregnant, so our baby is the size of a cherry.”
“Excuse me, she didn’t havetimefor you?” I backtracked to the part of the conversation that stuck with me. “I want the name of this person right now, and I will…”
“No.” Pina raised her palm in my hand. “She’s the best doctor around and the only reason she didn’t have time is because your brother is keeping her on call every minute of the day now that Rebeca is so close to her due date.”
“Fine.” I mumbled, but I wasn’t fine. I was going to have Pina in that doctor’s office tomorrow morning. “Can we go back to what kind of fun where you expecting?”
“You know I prefer quiet nights with friends to clubs and loud parties, but I’ve never done anything crazy. I’ve never got drunk and danced in the street.” She laughed. “I can’t drink and I don’t have a secret wild streak, but I thought if someone would show me that side of life, it would be you.”
“You don’t want to see my side of life, Pina, trust me.” It was messy out there and I didn’t want my girl anywhere near it. “But we can go dance in the street.”
I took her hand and helped her get out of the chair.
“What? Now?”
“Now.” I called a waiter to me. “I’m going to need a bottle of champagne and some cider.Pronto30!”
He ran, literally jumping over a chair, and came back with what I asked. I walked out of that restaurant with two bottles in my hand and Pina over my shoulder, laughing from the bottom of her heart. The sound was so beautiful, it tickled everything from my ears, to my heart, to my fucking dick.
If she wanted to dance and lose herself in the crowd for one night, I could give her that. Maybe we both needed a couple of hours to let loose and while she got drunk on the music, I could try and achieve the same result using the champagne. I would have preferred vodka, but that was my poison and once my lips were on the bottle, I couldn’t guarantee I could take them off. My priority was to take care of Pina, not to drown my anger in alcohol.
With her still on my arm, I took some lateral alleys towardspiazzeta31in front ofPoliteama-Libertatheater. Palermo might not be the biggest city in the world, but it sure is the most vibrant. Even now when the autumn was slowly wrapping itself around Sicily and the nights grew chilly and humid, waves of tourists and locals still mixed in big crowds to celebrate. I let Pina down on the sidewalk and we followed the noise while walking hand in hand until we reached thepiazzeta. The place was alive—people talking, laughing, dancing loudly—being happy and care free just like Pina wanted.
There were food carts around and a hole in the wall bar serving drinks to everyone while a couple of amateur street musicians were singing a guitar cover ofFelicità. To my surprise, the first place where Pina dragged me was on the other side of thepiazzetato sit in line so she could get herself some pistachio gelato.
“Share it with me.” She said while finding a place for us to sit on the very busy pavement.
“I’m good.” I popped the bottle of champagne open instead.
“Please.” She pushed her cone under my nose and I had no choice but to lick it. “Good, isn’t it?”
My face was indifferent. “I’m not crazy about sweets.”
“What?” I thought she was joking but she was really shocked. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Garon, I don’t know if I can raise a child with someone who doesn’t like sweets.” Her eyes were huge and she blinked rapidly. “How can you keep your mouth away from sweets? It’s not normal.”
I couldn’t help my smirk. “The only sweet thing I can’t keep my mouth off is your pussy.”
Fuck, how I loved the subtle pink shade settling on her cheeks, even now when I’d clocked many hours with my face between her thighs.
