*Olivia*
A month passed, in all its jittering anxiety, and the day came to receive the results. A car full of Gio’s men drove behind us, as always, but Gio had seen my nerves and offered to drive the two of us so we could have some time alone on the way there and back. I ran my thumb over the buttery leather seat of the luxury silver sedan that had appeared out of nowhere and wondered absently where Gio got all these cars from.
“What are you thinking, carina?” he asked from behind the wheel. His hands were sure and steady, unlike mine, which quaked every time I looked at them.
“I’m worried it’s just me,” I whispered. It would be heartbreaking to find out we couldn’t conceive regardless, but if I was the reason? It would destroy me.
Gio pulled one of his hands from the wheel to fold over mine. “I will think no less of you if it is.”
