Vincenzo's Lover

Forty Two

-Vincenzo-

"Crap, I don't even know if you can hear me, but, I'm your dad . . and I need someone to talk to and you popped in my mind," I whispered, my hand slowly going to her stomach, rubbing it gently.

She was sleeping soundly on her side and looked beautiful and peaceful. Her lips were parted a little as she breathed quietly, her chest slowly rising and falling, her cleavage shown a little because of her shirt.

"So, your mom's in her third trimester now, huh? You've been growing quickly and I can't wait to meet you - but I don't think I will. See, I've been a di - a meanie to your mother and I didn't mean to. I've just made some bad choices and now it means that I can't see you once all this crap is over. I'm sorry for that and I will ensure that I am a part of your life, I just can't guarantee that. God, you must be massive, you're mother's stomach is, and she's been taking pictures of you every month to see how you're growing."

"I think you're going to be called Noah. She loves that. I'll let her name you, I mean, I don't really think I have the right even though I'm your father. I'm sorry for not being a good father to you and you haven't even been born yet."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "But I do love you and maybe you are better off without me. ."

"Anyways," I said quietly, "I hope everything goes well and that you don't forget me when you're born - but you probably will. I love you and I'm going to go before your mum wakes up and asks me what the hell I'm doing. By the way, stop playing football in there, you're hurting your mom. I'll teach you how to do it properly without hurting people if I get the chance. Good night."

-Mia-

I decided to have a relaxing bath when I realised that I could be giving birth soon, and all this drama with Nicolo wasn't solved yet.

I didn't want to panic and had a warm bath with bubbles and lovely bath bombs and soap that were scented and calmed me.

I was gently splashing water over my stomach that had grown a lot over the month. I was seven months pregnant and didn't even know when the baby's due date was. I couldn't go out so I couldn't go and see a doctor which was really disappointing. I couldn't experience the fun things in pregnancy because I always had something in the way.

The baby could hear me now and I started talking to him a lot, yabbering on about how much I loved him, and how excited I was to meet him, or just to tell him off for kicking me too hard.

I felt a lot more tired and found myself feeling sleepy in the bath. My eyelids felt heavy and started to close until they snapped open, hearing the sound of Vincenzo's voice.

"God, Vince! Can't you knock? I'm having a bath!" I exclaimed as he leaned against the doorway, his eyes scanning my body as I covered my chest, the bubbles covering my body.

"Please, I've seen all this sexiness before," he casually said, coming over and sitting on the edge of the bath.

"Have your boobs gotten bigger?"

His hand went to touch one but I slapped it away. "Why are you even looking and no - wait, oh my gosh, they have."

"Are you D cup now?"

I rolled my eyes, "I don't know and don't care - plus, it's not any of your business. They're busy making breast milk so leave them alone."

He snorted, chuckling a little. "What are you doing in here?" I asked, clicking my fingers to draw his attention away from my body and to my face.

"Well, I saw you falling asleep and need I remind you that it's dangerous to sleep in the bath?"

"Yes, I know, and I wouldn't be so tired if the baby hadn't been kicking my ribs all last night."