The Day We Met

Chapter 15

Valentina

"Thank you for doing this, Nico."

"Your welcome."

"Are you alright?"

"Honestly, no."

"Why?"

Nico sighed and placed his hand on my stomach. "I don't want to pretend, Valentina."

"What are you trying to say?"

"That I really like you and that I shouldn't have ever let you go."

"Nico..."

"I know what you are going through, and I don't like seeing you like this."

"Like what?"

"I know how you feel about him, I could tell but I want to be with you, and I want to be here raising your child with you."

"But the baby isn't yours."

"And?"

"I don't know."

"I want to be in your life, Val. I hurt you and I hate myself for it."

"Nico..."

He grabbed my face and lightly kissed me. "Please," he whispered in my ear. "I want to give us a chance."

"Are you asking me..."

"To be my girlfriend. Please, Valentina."

"How do I know that you won't repeat the past behavior that made me break up with you the first time?"

"I went to therapy after you left. Please just give me a chance."

"Okay. I will give you one chance."

"Really?"

"Y-yes." I knew that I shouldn't have accepted his offer but for the time being, I had no choice.

"I promise you that I will make you forget about him. At least for a little while."

"I know you will."

*** Several months later, I was days from my delivery date, and I was beyond nervous. "Babe, are you alright?"

I looked at Nico and nodded. "I'm fine."

"Well, I got you this for our anniversary."

He grabbed a box out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Nico, what is this?"

"Just open it."

I opened the box, revealing a set of Neal Lane diamond earrings. "Oh my god, I love them."

"I figured you'd like it."

"I do. Very much."

"Good."

"I'm just scared, Nico."

He gently brushed his fingers through my hair and raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because he is supposed to be due in three days, and I'm scared. I am so young and not even prepared to do this."

"Regardless, I am here for you. No matter what."

"Thank you."

He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me. "Of course."

Later that night, I sat up and felt excruciating pain. "Are you okay?"

I looked at Nico and shook my head. "I think it's time."

"Alright, babe." He grabbed my hand and handed me my jacket. "Let's go to the hospital, shall we?"

"Sadly."

*** Five hours later: Everything felt so surreal as I held my son in my arms. "He looks just like you."

"You think so?"

Nico nodded. "Absolutely."

"Can we leave?"

"The doctor said you'll need to stay for the night, then we'll be able to take him home."

"But I want to go home now."

"I know baby, but you have to do as he says."