Chapter 17: You're My Endgame

Sylvana

It’s been close to 5 hours and our men are still in surgery. The graze on my leg was stitched up and the bullet in my arm taken out. Sienna was fine, a bit beat up, but it was nothing life-threatening. I watch her, clutching the rosary at her chest and quietly crying. This was personal, so I didn’t intervene or interrupt.

“Sylvana,” I hear Sienna’s soft voice as she calls out to me, so I stand up and walk over to her. I take her hand in mine after taking a seat and she looks up at me. “They will be fine. They’re Dragonetti’s and have been through so much more than this.” I tell her, hoping to inject some positivity.

Her face crumples up, and she starts to sob, “I didn’t tell him… He doesn’t know yet…” she says through her tears, and I take her in my arms, frowning. Then it clicked.

“Sienna, are you….” I ask, knowing the answer, but she nods anyway.

“I found out yesterday. Two months along. I didn’t know how to tell him, or how he would react. My doctor says it’s a miracle