So we've been back for two weeks now but I haven't been out of the house since, not that I was feeling up to going out either. Morning sickness was really up on me and it wasn't just in the morning. Who the hell came up with the name morning sickness anyway? I bet it was a male who had clearly never experienced it before. I was nauseous and throw up from time to time, in the mornings, throughout the day and even sometimes at nights. The sick feeling often arise whenever I am around certain food or products and the different smell hitting me. Even just the thought of a certain type of food trigger the nauseous feeling.

In addition to the morning sickness, I've been extremely tired and have been taking small cat naps. I have been able to hide the pregnancy from my family so far. I just told them that I was feeling jet lagged as my excuse. I know that I had to tell them eventually but I just couldn't bring myself to do it just yet. Kathleen was also very supportive and good at keeping my secret and preventing them from suspecting anything. I almost told mom about it last week since she was the easiest to deal with and would probably handle it better than Dad and Dominic would, but I chickened out. I just didn't know how to break it to her, I've been doing a pretty good job at keeping it a secret so far, I don't think they suspected anything but I wasn't sure how long I could keep it a secret from them.

I was starting to feel the differences now, I didn't exactly looked pregnant on the outside but I was sure starting to feel pregnant on the inside. My bra was starting to feel a little bit snug as well as the waist of my jeans. Pretty soon the signs are going to start showing since I'm almost three months pregnant. I guess I'd just have to make up my mind and tell them soon. I pull out the envelope with the pictures that Liam had printed of the baby out of my night stand drawer. I open it and took out one of the pictures and looking at it. It still feel all so unbelievable knowing that I was carrying another life inside of me.

Looking at the picture I couldn't help but wonder if this baby was a girl or a boy. If my baby was a girl would she look like me having the same dark brown hair and brown eyes like I have or would she get the black hair and those green hazel eyes that seemed to change to a shade of brown from time to time like her father. What if it was a boy would he look like Gio or would he get my genes? I was caught up in my thoughts as I admire the picture in my hand that I didn't even heard my door being knocked the first time. It wasn't until I heard mom calling me before I snapped out of it quickly dropping the picture back in the envelope and pushing it back in the drawer.

"Come in" I answered.

"Hey" Mom said as she open the door coming in. "I've been knocking for a while now, didn't hear you. Did I wake you?"

"No, I was just caught up with something" I said to her.

"Oh" Mom nodded. "Is everything alright with you Lexi?"

"Yeah everything is fine" I smiled at her. "Why would you ask that?"

"Its just that ever since you've been back from Italy you just seem different" Mom said to me. "You've been really closed of and been spending a lot of your time locked up in here".

"Mom I'm fine really" I tried reassuring her.

"This is about what happened with Gio isn't it?" Mom said to me.

"Maybe" I replied looking down. "But I don't wanna talk about it I just want to forget everything".

"Sweetie" mom said coming to sit on the bed beside me. "I know it hurts right now, but you have to give it time".

"I know" I said playing with my fingers in my lap. "Its just kinda hard to take in right now".

"Sorry sweetie" mom said pulling me to her. "It'll be okay eventually".

"Thanks mom" I said hugging her. "I don't know what I'd do without you. And Dad and Dominic, thank you for being there for me"

"That's what family do" mom said to me.

"Mom, I have something to tell you" I said pulling back.

"What is it?" Mom asked looking at me.

"This is kinda hard to say but I'm kinda..." I started but was cut off when I heard Dad's voice.

"Hey Cara, I thought you were just gonna get her to come down for dinner" Dad said from outside my door. "Dominic is already here and waiting in the dining room for us, you know how impatient he can be. Although he doesn't really seem to mind as yet since Kathleen is down there too".

"Oh, we were talking dear" mom said to him.

"It's okay, we can catch up later" I smiled before getting up off the bed.

"Everything alright?" Dad asked curiously.

"Yeah everything's fine Dad" I smile at him before picking up a Cardigan I had on the bed and putting it on. "Should we go down for dinner then? We don't want to keep Dominic waiting".

"So I haven't seen you much since you've been back" Dominic said to me pouring himself a glass of wine before passing the bottle to me.

"I haven't been out since I've get back" I said to him taking the bottle and putting it down on the table.

"But I've been here over and over and you always seemed to be locked away up in your room" Dominic said to me.

"Well I can't help it if I find my room comforting can I?" I said to him.

"So don't you want the wine?" Dominic raised a brow pointing to the bottle I had put aside.

"Uhm... No, I don't feel like it tonight" I said to him.

"Since when do refuse wine?" Dad chuckled taking a sip from his.

"Just tonight apparently" I smiled. "Maybe I'll just save it for later"

Soon our housekeeper and cook Ella brought our the food and began sharing it on all our plates before leaving. There was fish and chicken on the table and I chose the chicken and salad. Even though I was still sitting around the table trying to eat, I was having a hard time trying to keep down the nauseous feelings that had started rising. The smell of the fish was starting to turned my stomach. I didn't want to just ran out of here making them suspicious so I tried covering my nose in a discrete way as I tried to ignore the smell. I had managed to eat a portion of my food and just finished swallowing a forkful off potato salad when I couldn't ignore it anymore, there was puke starting to rise up in my throat. I quickly pushed my chair back covering my mouth as I stood up and ran to the restroom that was downstairs.

I spent more than five minutes on the floor puking, coughing and heaving in the restroom. My eyes and nose were running from all the puking. When I finally felt like I was finishing puking my guts out I got up off the bathroom floor flushing the toilet before going to rinse out my mouth and washed my face. I was drying my face with a paper towel when if heard mom knocked and call to me from outside the door.

"Honey, are you okay in there?"

"Yeah Mom I'm fine" I called back throwing the paper towel in the bin.

"Lexi, you don't sound fine to me" Mom said to me.

Sighing I opened the door before placing a smile on my face.

"Mom, I'm fine" I said to her. "Really".

"Lexi, I know you and I know when something's up with you" mom said folding her arms. "You've been acting weird since you've got back. You've been sleeping a lot, tonight you refused wine, that's a first. And then you just ran out of the dining room, obviously sick. If I didn't know any better based on what I've observed so far, I'd say you're pregnant".

I bite my lip nervously looking at her sheepishly before sighing and running my hands over my eyes up to my hair.

"That's because I am" I sighed. "I'm pregnant".

"Che Cosa!?"

(What!?)

I look behind mom seeing a shocked and furious looking Dad standing there. My eyes widened as I saw him and I swallowed nervously. He's definitely pissed.

************************************************************ "Dimmi che stai scherzando!" Dominic said voiced raised. (Tell me you're joking!)

After he had heard Dad's yelling he had came to see what what it was all about. And we had to break the news to him too. And he was just as pissed as Dad was.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I said please tell me you're joking" Dominic repeat this time in English.

"I can't do that" I said to him. "Because I'm not".

"Are you crazy!? How could you let that happened!?" Dominic yelled angrily.

"Dominic, I didn't planned this" I said to him.

"No! But you damn well set yourself up for this when you agreed to start sleeping with him!" Shouted.

"Dominic stop" Dad said firmly.

"Yelling isn't gonna solve anything" Mom finished.

"Lei è incinta, lei sta portando che bastardi bambino. Non si vede il problema?" Dominic said turning to Dad.

(She's pregnant, she's carrying that bastard's child. Don't you see the problem with that?)

I responded before Dad or anyone else could reply. I knew that Dominic was saying something about me and being pregnant, something about the bastards baby and problem. So far I guess he was saying that me being pregnant with the bastard's (Gio) baby is a problem.

"Look, I am pregnant with Gio's baby. And right now, he is considered the enemy I know, but we got involved and this is the result. I didn't plan this, but as much as Gio wants to kill me right now, I don't wanna hate this baby because of who it's father is" I said to them. "I know you don't like Gio, but I don't want you to start holding it against me or hating an unborn child because of him. This baby is innocent to everything that's going on between us and Gio. And as much as he is the father, I'm the mother. It's also my child, I'm the one carrying it and I don't hate it. And I'm asking you all to try and accept that".

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