“That’s a strong and healthy Lamberti,” Ramiro spoke and handed me the sonogram. “Yes, she has a habit of kicking me.” I looked down at the picture with a smile on my face.
“Do you think she looks like me?” I asked excitedly and turned around the picture. “Hmm, it seems more like Christian to me.” He spoke while I frowned.
“Well, at least he knows he’s the father.” I giggled and observed the picture one more time. “Is there a way we can get this to him? I was going to take a picture, but I feel like that is meaningless.”
“Yes, I’ll get it to him as soon as possible.” He reassured me. At first, the idea of a family doctor taking care of me sounded strange to my ears, but after Christian had left—Ramiro had been nothing but nice to me, but there was one thing that had been bothering me.
If he was the family doctor, shouldn’t he be with Lucio?
