Catarina Bianchi holds my heart in her hands, and if she wanted to crush it, she could.

I trust her not to, though, despite the little freak-out I had. It was just bad memories creeping up in the back of my mind. I had a really hard time after she left, and I have to admit I still have some lingering trust issues.

I love Catarina, though, and I’m working on it.

Doesn’t mean I’m not curious, though.

“What happened?” I hiss in her ear.

She laughs. “Met a cute guy, had second thoughts,” she teases.

She’s messing with me, right?.

“You’re kidding,” I say, shocked.

She laughs out loud. “Am I?”

I set my jaw. “Catarina, you better be kidding,” I growl, putting my hand on her waist, and she leans against me, looking up at me with playful silver eyes.

“Of course I am. Just like riling you up.”

“I’m going to punish you for that later,” I warn, and she giggles.

“Oh no,” she says, clearly unafraid, and she flits off to go and talk to my father. They dance for a bit and I just watch, sipping my mimosa, a little annoyed she wouldn’t tell me what happened.

After singing happy birthday and all the mingling, Catarina stands up and raps a fork against a crystal glass.

Everyone looks up and she gestures me over. I go over with a grin, looking at her curiously, but she clears her throat, clearly preparing to make a speech.

“Angelo and I had a different start to our life. Things happened to us in a slightly different order than it is usually expected, but our love for each other grows more and more each day.” I smile at him and his responding smile is bright. “Chelsea was a surprise that neither of us saw coming and for a while there, he wasn’t able to be with us. We didn’t know each other that well back then, but she is still the result of a love connection,” she says, and I couldn’t agree more. “Now we are a family and it is my greatest hope that this time around, we can share everything with each other and our families.”

Her words don’t penetrate my mind for a long moment, even when our friends and family begin to cheer.

“This time around?” I whisper down at her.

“I’m pregnant, baby,” she says, smiling, and puts my hand on her belly. ”Found out today. That’s why I was missing.”

“Pregnant? As in we’re going to have another baby?” I ask incredulously, my head spinning. Am I happy or excited or am I going to pass out?

She raises an eyebrow. “What, you scared?” she asks in a playful tone.

I grin. “The only thing that scares me is losing you, kitten. And now for sure I know that’s never going to happen.” I lean down to kiss her and then whisper in her ear, “You’re mine, Catarina Bianchi.”

Leaning against me, she whispers, “Just as much as you are mine, Angelo Bianchi.”

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