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Pregnant?

I can't be. I'm only 18. Arms wrapped around me as I broke down in tears.

"It's okay belle. Everything is gonna be okay." Dad whispered trying to make me feel better. "We can go to the doctor to confirm your pregnancy." I nodded my head yes.

"Now come on you must be starving." To be honest I really was. I digged in and ate more than I usually would. Dad looked at me and chuckled.

"So why are you in America?" He stopped eating and looked at me.

"I had a few meetings and I found out about you and your mother." At the mention of my mother I wondered what she would think about me possibly being pregnant. We left dinner and started to head to the private doctor.

The door opened revealing a woman that looked to be in her thirties. She had a welcoming smile and gestured us to come in.

"Hi honey I'm Dr. Greene. How far along are you?" Her eyes twinkle with happiness.

"Hi I'm Arabelle. I don't know." She took my hand and led me over to the bed.

"It's OK to not know dear. Have you had any morning sickness?" I nod yes.

"OK I'm gonna rub some gel on your tummy OK. It's gonna be cold alright." She applied the gel which was really cold then started rubbing a wand like thingy. The screen showed an image which I couldn't make out.

"Your three weeks pregnant. You won't be able to hear the heartbeat until 8 weeks. Do you see that round shape? That's your baby." Happy tears started running down my face. Dad was very happy looking at the screen.

I got cleaned up and collected pictures and left.

I can't wait to start my life with dad and my baby in Italy.

Gio's POV

Fuck!

How could I not pick up her last name. I knew it sounded familiar but I didn't expect her to be his daughter.

Shit!

I probably won't get her back. For the first time in a long time I feel myself breaking down into tears.



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