Chapter Forty eight ~ Ariana

I received a message from Fiona that morning and though I initially did not want to respond, I could not resist congratulating her on her engagement. She apologized for not reaching out sooner and asked about Damien's health. In response, I told her everything was fine and I wished her the best of luck as she prepared for her wedding.

When I told Damien about it, he simply nodded and muttered a half-hearted "Congrats to her."

That was an understandable reaction as far as I was concerned.

My bump was growing. I had had a few antenatal visits and the baby was doing just fine even with all the rigorous and tedious activities I had been doing, oblivious of its existence.

"I think we're going to have another boy." I mused, trying to start a lighthearted conversation with Damien who had been bent over a book all day.

"Hmm." He hummed absentmindedly.

"Babe?"

"Yes?" He still was not looking up.

"I know things aren't really easy for us right now, but I want to ask you something." I