It was as if things were in slow motion. At least, to Renzo. He watched as her hold on his shirt tightened. From what he knew, pregnant women are emotional. Sometimes, they’re emotionally unstable. They laugh, then they cry. In Ciara’s case, she kept crying. Because of how he acted last night. No wonder it felt like her reaction was somewhat exaggerated. He held her hand in his.
“What . . . what did you say?” He felt like he needed to hear it twice to make sure he heard it correctly.
Ciara sniffed, then blew her nose on her sleeve. It was both disgusting and endearing to Renzo. He chuckled as he pulled her closer. Somehow, he truly felt lighter today. He could even chuckle and laugh.
“Did you say you’re pregnant?” He asked again, tilting her chin so she would look at him.
“I know thi
