Christian Fontana and Tate carmen Romero come from different worlds, but never did he think he'd cross paths with her again.
It's a small world. Smaller than they think. Who knew there were more connections then the ones playing around in their hear...
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I turned the steering wheel, driving into the garage of our mansion. Carlo sighs from the passenger seat.
"Ma'am? No offence, but you drive wild." He brushes his long black hair out of his face.
I roll my eyes. "I'm an excellent driver. It's your problem. You need to take a lie-down, you've had too many Skittles."
I exit my car and enter the mansion, Carlo slowly following behind me.
"Why am I being your servant? Where's sir?" Carlo hands me my iced coffee and scratches the back of his head.
"He's working with Sebastian right now. I'm not sure where." I answer.
Christian has been acting weird for the last two days. He's been leaving extra early and coming home really late. He's been giving me short answers and barely any cuddles.
I'm worried. I'm not sure if it's his mafia or he just feels overwhelmed about all his responsibilities at the moment. Or trying to sort things out with his father. He again, isn't opening up and it's causing my stomach to turn knowing he's going through something and I can't do anything about it.
Aria walks into the kitchen and gives me a big hug. "How's baby Tate and Tate doing?"
"You don't know if it's a girl, Aria."
"It's a feeling." She takes a sip of my iced coffee and I scowl at her which she ignores.
"Everyone thinks it's a girl. I read this book about baby bumps and signs. Since your bump hasn't developed yet I'm not sure about that but, for the signs part, you're a girl Mom." She flashes her phone in my face, showing me her Google searches.
"Right. Well, I guess we'll find out in five months when we will actually find out by doctors. Not Google."
Aria sighs. "It's a girl. But it's okay if you want to wait to get results. I've already ordered matching pjs for her and I. So she knows her aunt loves her very much."
Aria walks off the pantry with a smile on her face.
Carlo grumbles. "Can I leave now, ma'am? If this is girl talk then I never want to be involved."
"Sure, Carlo." I laugh as his face lightens up and he scurries off.
Aria turns around and grins, holding up a huge bowl of popcorn. "Movie?"
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Aria screams causing me to jump. I sigh when she hides herself under the large purple blanket over our laps.
She told me I watch too much romance and read too much romance and insisted we watch a horror film yet she's the one who can't take it.
If anything, I find horror films funnier than comedy. You'll never catch me screaming at a horror film.
"Is it over?" Aria wraps her arms around my waist and peaks up slightly to see the screen.
