𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

46 || UNSOLVED ISSUES

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX | UNSOLVED ISSUES
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Andres was a man of few words and his son was a man of even fewer words. Lorenzo knew his father better than most, having spent a great deal shadowing him as a toddler, refusing to part ways with the fabric of his calf as he nervously stared at all the staff as they came and passed.

His dad never pressured him to come out of hiding, never asked him to. Instead, he just patiently waited for Lorenzo and ruffled his hair much to the young boy's annoyance.

Lorenzo knew his father so well that as he stared at him across the room, he knew that the man knew what he wasn't supposed to.

Catching his father's all-knowing smile, Lorenzo's shoulders tensed.

"You know."

His father said nothing, simply taking a seat by the balcony and gesturing for another cup to be placed before him, another staff member refilling Andres' cup. "Sit."

Lorenzo's hands turned into fists and with a single jut of his chin, the staff was gone. "When?" Did Natalia say it?

Andres only chuckled as he brought his cup up to his lips. "She didn't say anything. Cut her some slack. She's a nice girl."

Lorenzo already knew that. "Dime." Tell me.

His lips only tugged as he made his conditions known with his eyes. He was only going to tell if Lorenzo sat.

Letting his anger be known, he let out a groan and sat down, glaring at his father as he gripped the edge of the table, contemplating turning it upside down if he didn't speak.

Alas, he did. "You keep touching her," Andres spoke as if it was so obvious, taking another sip. "Touching her stomach, guarding her form and staring at her belly with soft eyes."

Lorenzo stilled. He wasn't—

"I'd give your mother two days before she figures out on her own."

"She won't."

Andres' head tilted. "Are you sure?"

He suddenly became nervous.

"Because the staff are already gossiping amongst themselves about how cute you are."

Cute? His jaw tightened. Lorenzo wasn't cute. He was violent, irritable and demanding. Those words weren't synonymous with cute.

What was cute was Natalia as she pulled closer into his warmth at night despite her anger or how cute she looked in his oversized dress shirts or how cute she—

"It doesn't make it better that she's been suffering from an awful case of morning sickness—"

"What?" Lorenzo's shoulders fell. He knew that she was mad at him but why hadn't she sought him out? Didn't she know that he loved her? His eyebrows furrowed. He thought he'd made it obvious.

"—I mean the girl is practically frightened to stay in your room for some reason and the staff has already caught her gag repeatedly. They've been sneaking in squeezes of lemon to combat it."

So everyone but Lorenzo knew. It should have hurt as much as it did but it did.

"Anything you've noticed her frown at?"

At himself.

"When your mother was pregnant with you, she couldn't stand the colour white for example."

The furrow between his eyebrows deepened as he gave it some thought until his head started to hurt. It wasn't long before he found the cause of her nausea, the reason why she refused to have her gaze anywhere else but his chest as they slept.