Page 113 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
Shifting my body toward him, I start. “I just got an email from my dad. He found Ana.”
His eyes fly open and his jaw drops. “You’re kidding me. How? Where?” His eyes flit back and forth.
“That, I don’t know. He’s not allowed to share that with me. But I do have some information that I can share with you.”
“Okay, what is it?” There’s a tremble in his voice.
“Ana had a little boy.”
He springs up from the sofa, raking his hands through his hair. “A boy,” he says, shaking his hands excitedly toward the ceiling. “I have a son.” The joy on his face as he turns back around to face me gnaws at my heart. He’s not ready for the rest of what I learned. I have to tell him, now.
Chills prick my skin. “Nicco.”
“Can you believe it? I have a son.” He shakes his hands again, toward me this time, taking a heavy breath.
“Nicco,” I say a little louder.
“And you found him for me. How can I ever repay you?”
“Nicco!” I say much louder, trying to halt his increasing excitement.
“What?” He looks at me with his brows pinched together, probably wondering why I’m not celebrating with him.
“Nicco, your son, he — he didn’t make it.” I choke out the words, swallowing chards of glass.
“What do you mean he didn’t make it? What are you talking about?” Confusion paints his face.
The lump in my throat chokes me. “He had some problems with his heart and the doctors did everything they could, but,” my swallow is excruciating, “he didn’t survive.” I can’t stop the tears forming in my lower eyelids. “He passed away two weeks after he was born.”
Nicco falls to his knees before me, anguish overtaking the momentary joy. The man who I once thought was nothing more than a testosterone-oozing, single-minded, sexual playboy crumbles into my lap like a broken little boy. He wraps his arms around my waist, gripping the fabric of my skirt in his fists, and cries. His entire body jerks as he sobs.
Tears flood out of me. I curl my body over his head, draping my arms over his back.
