“We can put it in storage for the time being. If we decide we need a bigger house, we can pick from my things first. Or, we can buy all new things that fitourlife.”
I roll my eyes. “You love throwing money around, don’t you?”
“I have a lot of it.”
“Rub it in,” I grouse, shaking my head.
“Half of it will be yours one day.”
I lift my hand and rest it on top of his soft hair. “I don’t want your money.”
“I’m not going to make you sign a prenup, so you’ll have no choice.”
My hand stills. “You’re talking like we’re already engaged.”
His eyes narrow. “Can you blame me?”
“I don’t recall you ever asking me.”
“Do you want me to ask you?”
“Stop being a psycho. Of course not.” The minute the words leave my lips, I regret saying them. His expression falters just for a second, but it’s enough to make my chest ache. “One day. I do want that one day. Today has just been…”
“A lot?” he finishes, smiling. “Let me take your mind off things, baby girl.”
Sell My Soul to the Devil
Frankie
Six WeeksLater
“Frankie.”
“Frankie.”
“Francesca.”
I snap my eyes open and look over at Dante, realizing he’s trying to get my attention.
“Sorry. I’m really nervous.”
He grips my hand tighter and brings my fingers to his lips, kissing them once. “Whatever happens, you have me. I’m here.”
I pull my lower lip between my teeth and look away, trying not to cry. Jake said the same thing. Hepromisedwe could get through anything together.
And then he left.
The medical room feels so sterile, and it all reminds me of what happened last time. The smell of antiseptic mixed with latex is enough to churn my stomach, threatening to bring up the lovely breakfast my boyfriend made me just a couple of hours ago.
I haven’t had much nausea during this pregnancy, but being back here in this familiar, hellish environment is enough to make me gag.
“Hey.”
I turn my head to face Dante. We’re waiting for the doctor, and I’m lying on the table with a racing heart and clammy hands. The nurse had asked me to take my pants and underwear off for the ultrasound, which would have to be internal today.
“Hi,” I tell him, forcing a smile.
“I forgot to ask you, did you finish those reports I asked for this morning? The ones for my pro bono clients?”
