James.
“I am beyond thrilled at this news, Giovani,” I said softly, giving him a happy smile. At the moment, we were meeting at a private bar, exchanging words while dining on some American-style food like burgers and fries.
“This baby should be born to married parents, though,” I muttered in thought. I furrowed my brow, picking up a fry and putting it into my mouth, savoring the salty goodness. Becca was growing exponentially more happy and loving. I hoped I was turning less cold, as well.
Giovani took a bite of his burger, dabbing his lips with his napkin and giving me a soft smile. “You are quite the family man, James,” he said in that soft voice he always used. To his enemies, there would be a hint of danger there. To me, there was just adoration.
My cousin continued with, “There is only one thing to do. Plan that proposal. Something special for the woman your heart drips for. Something romantic. I could help you with that. I have a few suggestions myself.”
