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What are you wearing, Princess?
Three dots appear and I smile to myself.
Clothes. *winky face*
I almost laugh out loud. She’s been cheeky lately and I love it.
Well, I hope you’re ready to see those clothes on my floor later…
“Are we boring you, Enzo?” Albert asks. I jerk my head up and flush slightly, shoving my phone in my pocket.
“No sir,” I answer, “I was just, uh, looking up different recording devices. Things we could maybe plant on Jimmy at school. That sort of thing.”
Albert looks at me like he wants to knock me upside the head, but Alec jumps in.
“Actually, bugging Jimmy might give us some more clues as to what their family dynamic is like. Maybe we’ll learn something good.”
Albert looks at us both and then sighs. “Fine. Do it. Just don’t get caught.”
31
Christina
Twelve weeks ago, my entire life was upended by my mother eloping with Albert. We moved into the Venitti household and became part of this crazy, fucked up, Mafia world.
Eight weeks ago was the first day of my last period.
I’ve been hoping stress has been the reason it’s late. After all, I did go from college-bound senior to arranged marriage-bound Mafia princess in a very short time. If that’s not stressful, I don’t know what is.
But…. I’ve also been having a lot of sex. Almost every day, Nico or Enzo and I sneak around – sometimes it’s all three of us. And I did miss a couple days of my birth control pack...
The little pink box holds a single plastic test and I hold it with trembling fingers. No one knows I’m testing today. I managed to get a hold of a test kit from the Student Health Center when Enzo and Nico weren’t looking.
The instructions are pretty simple. Pee in a cup, dip the test into the pee, swirl it around for a couple seconds, and then cap it and wait.
I’ve locked both sides of the bathroom doors while I wait for the results.
It’s probably just stress. I tell myself.
But, as the seconds tick by, I can feel the panic attack growing.
Getting pregnant right now would be a disaster. I wouldn’t even be able to tell you who the father was. It could be either Nico or Enzo.
I have no way of knowing. I’ve had sex with both of them. A lot of sex.
My phone alarm beeps, and I take a deep breath.
Just one line. Just one line. Just one line.
I open my eyes and carefully turn the test over and squint at the results.
It’s plain as day. Two lines. Two dark lines.
Holy shit. I’m pregnant.
I’m grateful that I’m sitting on the floor because I don’t think I could stand right now.
As it is, my hand has to fly to my mouth to keep my shock-filled scream from alerting anyone to the issue.
