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I couldn’t tell you what I felt in that moment, because all the emotions flooded through me at the same time.
Anxiousness. Surprise. Happiness.
I placed a shaky hand over my stomach in disbelief that there was something growing inside of me. A little human, equal parts me and Andres.
“Well. Shit.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Savina’s POV
He was home. Gerald, the doorman, had notified me when he had entered the foyer. I had been thinking about how I was going to break the news to him.
Andres and I were not the sentimental type. We weren’t big on the mushy gushy stuff, so I decided that breaking the news to him and handing him the test would be best. It was simple and easy, and left no room for screw-ups.
The test burned a hole in my sweatpants as I paced around the kitchen. I was a damn Mafia Boss. I had faced far greater evils in my lifetime, all the while laughing in their faces. And yet here I was, shitting myself at the idea of telling my husband we were pregnant.
Why was I so nervous? This was just Andres. My annoying, devastatingly handsome husband.
“Amor!” he called out for me as he entered the penthouse. “Where are you?”
“In the kitchen,” I called back. I patted my sweaty palms on my pants, trying to wipe away the moisture. “I have something to show you.”
A few seconds later, he entered the kitchen with a wide smile on his face. In one hand he carried a plastic bag with my favorite food from the Chinese restaurant downtown.
Normally, my mouth would have instantly watered at the whiff of the chow me in. But this time around, my stomach lurched and all the contents I had eaten during lunch decided to make a reappearance.
“Savina?” Andres looked at me concerned and took a few steps toward me. I held up my hand, telling him to stay back. The closer the scent got to me the stronger it became.
I hopped off the chair and ran to the bathroom. Andres called after me, but I couldn’t stop to explain.
I had only just reached the toilet when everything that had been in my stomach made a reappearance.
Listen, baby, you can’t keep doing this to Mom. I love Chinese but I will let you have it, just don’t make me hate other foods I love.
Once I was done, I flushed the toilet and trudged my way to the sink. I washed out my mouth, trying to rinse out the horrid acid taste away.
So much for my simple but effective announcement. Andres was probably worried about me, now.
“Amor?” Andres walked into the bathroom looking concerned. “Are you okay? Do I need to get the doctor?”
“I don’t need the doctor… I just… I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. You just heaved up your lunch, and you look pale.” He stepped toward me and pressed the back of his hand against my forehead. “You don’t have a fever.”
I shook my head. “I’m not sick, Andres. I’m… shit, this was not how I envisioned telling you.”
“Telling me what?”
I dug into my pocket and handed him the stick. His eyes trailed down my arm until they came to a stop on the test. I waited a few beats for him to take in what he was seeing.
I didn’t know how much time passed between us, but for me, it felt like an eternity before he finally lifted his gaze back to meet mine. His eyes widened ever so slightly. The only indication that he was shocked.
“Don't just stand there like a damn statue, Andres. Say something!”
“You’re pregnant?” His voice came out lower than it usually did, and his eyes moved back down to the test in my hand.
“I am.” I cleared my throat, feeling the blood rushing through my system. “I wanted to tell you nicely, but then you came in with Chinese, and then I just… I think the baby doesn’t like Chinese all that much.”
