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 me as

"Of course."

smiles and this is the most I've seen her smile ever since the news about her father. Does she

I finally calm down, I leave for the meeting and on my way, I 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 I would and it's been two days since I did it. I still don't know what to do

do with one of our personal joint projects

he keeps shaking his head at me. I try to

were glancing at your phone under the table so

"Was that obvious?"

"Yup!"

checking

always do that, but today seems

me a little scare. I was just

don't want anything getting in

"No. I don't."

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

"Piss off."

hours Frank and I spend together at work, we always still have something to talk about over the

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

place, except

is bad!" Frank says from the other

"What happened?"

and Vanessa comes out in nothing but a towel, her wet hair clinging to her skin. The sight of her like this is so unexpected that I don't even think twice before saying my next

"I'll call you back."

"Wait-"

on her. There's nothing more I want than to watch her for as

need for that. It's not like we've never seen each

casually that it makes me

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