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."

anything, call me as soon

"Of course."

her smile ever since the news about her father. Does she find amusement

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 with

do with one of our personal joint projects and as usual, it's a

to ignore it at first but it's more than I can take, so I raise my eyebrows at him. "What's up with you?"

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

"Was that obvious?"

"Yup!"

checking up on

that,

gave me a little scare.

really don't want anything getting

"No. I don't."

Make sure nothing happens. That way, I can still

"Piss off."

and I spend together at work, we always still have something to talk about over the phone and it isn't any different when I arrive home in the

is as Vanessa's clothes aren't there anymore. Even the dressing

in its place,

bad!" Frank says from the other

"What happened?"

as I ask my question, the bathroom door creaks open. I look over and Vanessa comes out in nothing but a towel, her wet hair clinging to her skin. The sight of her like this is so

"I'll call you back."

"Wait-"

want than to watch her for

for that. It's not like we've never

says it so casually that it makes

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