Page 59 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

He frowns. “If you need anything…”

I shake my head. “No, no, I’m good. Just need to lie down.”

He nods slowly, still searching my face. I try to keep my expression as blank as possible as panic claws up my throat. Dante walks away and I shut my door quietly before rushing to my phone.

I text the group chat with Sofia and Reese:I know you two are MIA but I need you both! 911 911

Reese texts back first:what’s going on?

A minute later, Sofia:I’m here.

I send back:I need you both here. Now.

A few minutes go by and I pace around the room, staring down at my phone and willing them to text back. I cannot dothis alone. And God knows I can’t tell Dante or Papa. Not yet, anyway. Not until I know if there’s something to tell.

Finally after half an hour they both text back, almost at the same time:otw

I wait a while, collecting myself with calming breaths before I head out of my room and downstairs. Dante’s sitting on the couch, reading again. “My friends are coming over,” I say, and he frowns slightly, looking up at me.

“What friends?”

I huff out a breath, irritation sweeping over me again. I can’t seem to control my emotions. “Reese and Sofia. Who else?” He frowns deeper at my tone and I pause, breathe in deeply again through my nostrils. “We’re going to watch chick flicks and eat ice cream. I need this.”

His frown dissolves into a chuckle and he goes back to his paperback. “Alright, little one. But no trying to sneak out.”

“Cross my heart,” I say, honestly for once. Sofia or Reese can go and pick up the test for me so I won’t have to leave the house. He nods and I let out a breath of relief, hearing the gate buzz. I head to the intercom and press the button to let them in.

They pull up in Sofia’s red sportscar, which surprises me. I guess they’d decided to carpool.

Sofia hugs me immediately, sensing something’s wrong, her blue eyes kind. Reese stares at the floor, seeing Dante on the couch.

Tears burn at the backs of my eyes and I hurriedly usher them up to my room.

As soon as the door closes behind them, I look at both of them.

Reese meets my eyes and blinks. “Something’s wrong.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Sofia mutters, bumping him with her shoulder. He mock-yelps and rubs at it, and she rolls her eyes.

I already feel a little better, even though my brain feels like a hamster running on a wheel. All I can think about is the potential fetus growing inside me like a parasite.

“I think I’m pregnant,” I blurt out. Reese chokes on air, coughing and doubling over.

Sofia’s eyes nearly bug out of her head.

“What?” she screeches, and I clap a hand over her mouth.

“Not so loud!” I hiss.

“You’re… you’re serious?” Reese chokes out. “This isn’t some elaborate plan to get us all here together?”

“No, of course not!”

Sofia looks determined rather than panicked now. “We need tests.”

“Plural? How fertile is Dante, anyway?” Reese asks incredulously. I smack him and so does Sofia, right at the same time, on either shoulder. Reese groans but doesn’t fight back, his own expression panicked.

“You’re going to get the test,” Sofia says flatly, and Reese glares at her.