AYLA
Days rolled into months.
Too many months.
Being pregnant wasn't for the weak.
"I look so fucking ugly!" I whined, pressing my face into the pillow resting on my thigh.
"I think you look amazing," Cassian muttered, fixing his tie and flashing me a million-dollar smile.
Who would've sworn that first night in the Moretti Villa would have led us to this point?
It had begun with just one audacious reply, my red hair, one request for a raise I'd deserved, one glare—it had been just one meeting.
Everything had begun right there.
"Liar!" I snapped, throwing a pillow at him. "I feel fat, I feel like I'm having an out-of-body experience. Do you—"
"Even know what it feels like to carry a baby?" Cassian finished the words for me, pressing a kiss to my lips.
My lips tingled.
I couldn't even catch my breath.
I fisted my hand in his already messy hair, smiling through the kiss. "I hate you."
"I think about you all the time, Bambolina."
My heart tripped over its next breath.
