Dominic

Not even when I was with Carmella did I ever have to deal with someone telling me how to organize stuff in my own bedroom. That was because I felt no one had the right to tell me what to do, until now. The last thing I want is for Vanessa to be uncomfortable in my bedroom and if it means having to make adjustments for her, I'm willing to give it a try just so I can have her close to me.

This new experience, along with all the advice from my father-in-law is something I won't take lightly.

Just as I get ready to leave, Vanessa grunts and touches the side of her stomach and it sends me in a state of panic as I rush to her.

"What's wrong?" I ask, looking at her hunched over.

She straightens up with a sigh of relief and says, "I'm fine."

"That didn't look like it was the case."

"It was nothing. It's gone now," she assures me.

"Is everything okay with the baby?"

"Everything's fine."

Despite her reassurance, I shake my head and say, "Maybe I shouldn't go to work."

"Hey, I'll be fine."

"No. I don't think so."

"Hey," she chuckles. "I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll always tell you if something is really wrong."

I sigh with relief. "Promise me."

"I promise."

case of anything, call

"Of course."

the news

scroll through my phone, looking at the apartment that once belonged to Carmella. I've already taken it away from her, just as I said

has to do with one of our personal joint projects and as usual,

I notice the way he keeps shaking his head at me. I try to ignore it at first

he says. "During the meeting, you were glancing at your phone under the table so much that I

"Was that obvious?"

"Yup!"

just been checking

that,

little scare. I was just making sure

don't want anything

"No. I don't."

Make sure nothing happens. That way, I can still be an uncle when

"Piss off."

always still have something to talk about over the phone and it isn't any different when I arrive

bed is as Vanessa's clothes aren't there anymore. Even the dressing mirror is filled with her cosmetics and fragrances, which hide my

its place, except I

bad!" Frank says from the other end of the

"What happened?"

towel, her wet hair clinging to her skin. The sight of her like

"I'll call you back."

"Wait-"

on her. There's nothing more I want than to watch her for as long as I can, but I soon realize she needs

It's not like we've never seen each other

says it so casually that it makes me

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