Joanna

25

Mathias

"Matty?" I glanced over lazily to Hannah who sat across the table. We were having lunch together before I went back to work "What is it, Hannah?" She sighed "I'm pregnant," it took me a second to actually comprehend what she said "What?"

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest "I'm pregnant." "Are you positive?" "I took three tests Mathias I'm pretty sure I'm freaking pregnant."

"Did you bring them?" "Why would I bring them, Mathias? Do you not believe me or something?" "No, that's not how I meant it, Hannah." "I already went to the doctor's to get tested that way." "Why didn't you take me with you when you first went?" "I had a lot on my mind Mat!"

I ran my hand down my face as she just stared at me "when is your next appointment?" "Appointment?" "Didn't the doctor give you a date to come back and check up on the pregnancy? I remember having to do that when Eliana had our girls," "Oh- uh it's next month. When I get to 9 weeks, and Mathias can you please not mention her?"

I shook my head and scoffed before asking "Her, Hannah?"

She nodded while frowning.

"We'll talk about our situation later. I need to go back to work," I began to stand and straighten my dress shirt grabbing my blazer from behind my chair. "Later? Are you serious?" "Yes Hannah-Lee, that's is what I said. I have work "

"I thought you'd be a bit happier mat," she began to stand and walk over to me "I'm just overwhelmed," Her arms wrapped around my waist "good overwhelmed? Your girls are gonna be big sisters,"

I honestly didn't know how to feel. Hannah-Lee was pregnant? We were both always working, was I even ready for another baby? I can't see the babies I have now as much as I'd like to. Would Joanna even be up for looking after another child?

"I'll see you," I told her before heading to my car, when I got to my father's building I went to his office instead of mine. "What are you doing," he mumbled with his mouth full of food as I walked in and sat in the chair in front of his desk "Hannah's incinta," (pregnant)

He raised his eyebrows and put his sub down "I'm sorry to hear that- Are you sure-?" he chuckled under his breath. I rolled my eyes and shook my head "I have to let Joanna know right?" "Well, duh- she's your nanny Matteo," he mumbled using my middle name "What am I supposed to do?"

"Nessuno dice che devi stare con lei per avere un figlio con lei." (Nobody says you have to be with her to have a child.) He mumbled under his breath before seating back in his chair with a smug expression. He was loving this, I could tell. "I can't do that-," "Why not? You don't even love the girl Mathias. Plus, Chi dice che non puoi mantenere il bambino senza essere in una relazione?" (Who says you can't support the baby without being in a relationship?)

"Hm?" He asked in a hum awaiting my reply " of course I love her pa-" I mumbled  " Keep lying to yourself then, just do whatever feels giusto Teo" (right,) he sighed digging back into his lunch.

I drove home a bit distraught after work, I needed a drink. As I walked in my front door the house was quiet "Ahh! It's so pretty!" Then, Joanna's voice rung from somewhere"Your papas gonna liiike this, Looks like the 45th president"

I almost snorted as I walked towards the Livingroom seeing empty and painted on canvases across the floor, my Bambini (babies) covered in paint. I felt my mood lift as they looked up and noticed me "Hey," I greeted softly "papa!" My girls shouted running around the couch into my legs. I rubbed the tops of their heads planting a kiss "What are you guys doing?" I picked the girls up meeting Joanna on the front side of the couch. "We're painting," Joanna hummed gesturing to all the blobs of paint on each canvas "oh yeah?" I putting them down as I sat on the couch.

Joanna

I got nervous all of a sudden, after that shameful dream about him... I couldn't look him in the eyes. "Papa look!" The girls shoved paintings in their father's face and I began to feel less nervous. "It's you!" "I love it, go tell Cedric to hang in my room and ask him to help alright?" The girls agreed and ran down the hall screaming for Cedric.

"45th president?" He asked with a small grin, jeez- all the nervous cane back.

"I told her not to use orange for a skin tone," I shrugged earning a small chuckle from him. Gotta fake it till you make it, I didn't wanna make it weird between us because of a dream I had.

"I wanted to talk with you about something,"

"Uh, yeah? What's up?" I began picking up the paintbrushes we used to paint. "I found out today," "Are you dying?" "What?!" He laughed softly knitting his eyebrows together "It's just the way you were going into,"

I winced "sounds terminal,"

"Hannah told me she's pregnant"

"Yikes, sure she didn't trap you?"

He rolled his eyes playfully before dropping his head to look at his hands. "I'm not sure what to do,"

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Excuse thE mIstakES!