CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

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<MILAN, ITALY> Thursday, July 15 10:30pm

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<MILAN, ITALY>
Thursday, July 15 10:30pm

Waking up I felt a presence. I turned around on my bed seeing Aleksander and I screamed, kicking him off the bed.

"Ahh...what the fuck are you doing here" I yelled.

He got up from the ground with a groan.

"You're the one that wanted me to sleep in your bed last night because you had a bad dream" He said.

Oh yeah.

Some high schoolers decided it was funny to blast fireworks in a field not too far from the house.

High schoolers I swear.

"Well you could have left before I woke up" I said.

I got up from the bed groaning. Sometimes I hate being pregnant. It drains all my energy away and I feel like I'm carrying fifty pounds all the time I walk to the bathroom and begin getting ready for the day.

When I came out from the bathroom I got dressed in a simple tank top and black sweatpants walking downstairs. I smelled tacos. Tacos have been all that I've been craving this whole pregnancy but I won't complain since my mom makes the best tacos in the whole universe.

"Hey beautiful" Aleksander smirks when I walk in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Well your parents are out on a lunch date Alex is at Olivers and your brother is at his girlfriends" He said seasoning the taco.

"My mom makes better tacos"

"And I would rather die than eat something that you made. Who knows if you poisoned it" I said walking out of the kitchen.

"Elena get in here" Aleksander says in a stern tone.

I groan walking back inside of the kitchen "What? What do you want Aleksander" I said displeased.

"Sit down at the table or I will rope you to the chair myself" He said standing in front of me.

"You would really hurt me like that?"

"I would just rope your hands and ankles"

"What about my circulation?"

"And how would I eat without my hands?"

I love this teasing.

"Just sit the fuck down before I do somthing that will end with you not being able to sit up for weeks" He growled.

I rolled my eyes sitting down at the table. He set a plate of tacos on the table. My stomach is telling me to grab some but what if they're poisoned? What if he really wants to kill the baby inside of me.

"So what?" I asked.

He pushed the whole plate of tacos in front of me. I grabbed three of them with caution onto another plate.

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