Alianna was leaving.
He’d heard it from three people, but not her. His mother, his grandmother, and Javier had all stopped him to ask when she’d be taken off to head home. And the sinking feeling he got in his stomach that he’d somehow f****d up and she was leaving him sent him running to her side.
The ten-minute brisk walk felt like an eternity as he tried to rack his brain on what he did wrong. He couldn’t think of a damn thing of what he did that could warrant this. Maybe it was the baby, maybe carrying his son was scaring her, maybe she didn’t love him.
Getting to her room, he walked in and worst fear in front of him, Alianna was packing bags. What confused him was she wasn’t upset, in fact she was the opposite. Smiling, she rubbed her belly as she hummed happily. Talking to
