BOOK 2: 29. Sinner

I didn't know how to tell him, Antonio, that I was pregnant. He had asked me why I asked us out for dinner, but any time I thought about the words to say, I'd end up blank and change the topic.

I knew why I was scared to tell him, but I didn't want to think about it, the reason. I didn't want to face his rejection, I didn't want him to blame me for getting pregnant. He might not react like that, but I didn't want to tell him just text until I was sure that he wanted children other than Diego. I mean if he wanted to get married to me, it meant he was thinking of the possibility of adding to our little family right? My thoughts where clouded, and I could hardly think straight. Throughout dinner, I ate in almost silence, leaving all the talking to Diego and Antonio and occasionally, the waiter. I couldn't think about anything that wasn't about me being pregnant.

What if the child was a boy? Or a