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“You’re pregnant.” He held up the test. But due to the fact that my eyes were currently clouded with tears, I couldn’t see a thing.
“Are you sure?” I croaked out.
Carlo chuckled and walked up to me. The tears spilled down my cheeks, and I could see the test in his hand.
And it had two very pink lines on it already.
My chin quivered, and before I knew it, Carlo’s arms were wrapped around me. Lifting me up, against his body. “You’re having a baby.” His voice shook with emotion. Which only made me cry harder.
“No, we’re having a baby.” I sniffled into his neck. “And this time, you’re going to watch me get huge, and barf all the time. Doesn’t that sound great?”
He hugged me hard. In a gravely voice, he said, “Yeah, that sounds really fucking great.”
I let out a weird laugh/cry. “You’re right. It’s really fucking great.”
21
Giselle
“Does it feel real yet?” Eve asked me the next afternoon. All the kids were down for their naps, and we were sitting out by the pool drinking lemonade. Eve had made it extra sweet. She said that it had helped with her morning sickness with the twins.
So far, it did seem to quiet my stomach. And for that, I was grateful.
Carlo, being Carlo, had a doctor come do a house call first thing in the morning. She brought an ultrasound and everything.
And—she confirmed that I was indeed—pregnant.
Six whole weeks.
I took another sip of my sweetly sour drink and smiled. “Not quite yet. I mean, I wasn’t even sure I could get pregnant again.” Of course, Eve already knew that. I’d confided in her a while ago. And when I had, she’d let me cry on her shoulder.
Part of me felt greedy for wanting more children. I had two perfect ones already. A girl. And a boy.
But another part of me wanted to fill Carlo’s house with lots of babies.
And now—it looked like we had a shot at doing that.
Eve grinned over at me. “I’m so freaking happy for you guys.” Her fingers wiped underneath her large sunglasses. I knew those tears were for us.
Happy tears for a change.
“Thanks, Evie. Me too.”
She finished her glass and set it down on the table. “So, what do you want this time? A boy or a girl?” She sniffled and took a deep breath.
I shrugged and tipped back the last few drops of my drink. “A healthy baby.” What I didn’t say was that I also hoped I could carry to term. The doctor had mentioned that with all the surgeries I’d had, a full-term pregnancy might not be possible. And that I was supposed to be careful with lifting things for the first little bit.
She said I could still lift Marcello, but I wasn’t sure she knew how heavy that kid was.
“I’ll hope for a girl for you. Just to give your body a break. If the next one’s a boy, I’m afraid he might be even bigger.”
We both burst out laughing. Because she wasn’t wrong about that. Not at all.
Lumberjack genes seemed to overtake all else. A girl might be smaller—and kinder on my womanly parts.
I stood and gathered our glasses. “Do you want more? I do.”
Eve nodded and sat back in her chair. She crossed her long legs. “I might have a box of chocolate chip cookies hidden on the top shelf of the pantry if you’re interested.”
