“Fuck, Anaya… I don’t think he wants a kid right now. What if I’m pregnant?” I whispered, panic creeping in.
“Bitch, I got you. Just go pee and check. You’re making me nervous,” she said, nudging me gently.
I nodded and made my way to the bathroom. A few minutes later, we were pacing the room, waiting. Ten agonizing minutes stretched on.
“Fuck… shit, shit. I need a shot,” I muttered, heart racing.
“Bitch, what happens if you are pregnant?” Anaya laughed nervously.
“I’m scared… check it for me,” I said, my hands trembling.
She glanced at the test, then at me—and her face broke into a wide, joyful smile. “You’re gonna be a mom, Sierra.”
“Fuckkkkk,” I whispered, tears pricking my eyes.
“Girl, you’re supposed to be happy. Stop worrying about Gio,” she said, hugging me tightly.
“You’re right… but I’m still scared,” I admitted, placing a hand on my belly. “I’m having a child.”
“Okay, just wait till he gets home to tell him, alright?” she said, nodding firmly.
I nodded, trying to steady myself.
“Okay, Ima start buying stuff for the baby. Rest up, okay?” she added.
“You don’t even know the gender yet,” I laughed.
“Fuck, you’re right,” she said, and we both stopped laughing when we heard the door downstairs.
“Fuck… he’s home early,” I whispered.
“I’m just gonna say I’m about to leave,” she said, and nodded to me.
Gio walked in just as we spoke. He probably thought I was mad—I wasn’t—but it must have seemed that way. I hadn’t talked to him this morning, and I’d fallen asleep before we could.
“Hey, Anaya,” he said, glancing at me and then her.
“Hey, Gio. I was about to leave. Have a good day, both of you,” she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out.
Once she left, I went to the kitchen and started making myself some bread with Nutella. Soon, I heard Gio coming down the stairs.
“Baby… are you mad?” he asked gently, his eyes searching mine.
“No, I’m not,” I said softly.
“Youv—” he started, but I cut him off.
“I have to talk to you,” I said, my voice shaking.
His expression shifted, concern flashing in his eyes. He sank into a chair, sliding a hand over his face.
“I’m listening,” he said quietly.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Umm… well, I—um—fuck,” I whispered.
“Okay… talk to me,” he said. nervous "fuck baby are you breaking u-"
“I—I’m pregnant,” I blurted out, my voice barely audible. “And I’m sorry… I know you didn’t want kids right now. I could take care of her—or him—myself. I’m sorry—”
Before I could finish, he was in front of me, wrapping me in his arms.
“Princess… you’re pregnant?” he said, awe and joy in his voice, a wide smile spreading across his face.
“Yeah… I’m sorry—” I started again.
“Stop saying sorry,” he interrupted, cupping my face. “Why would you apologize? I do want kids with you. I just didn’t know how to be the dad they deserve—but I’ll try. I promised you, I am going to try.” He kissed my forehead, eyes shining.
"Fuck I thought u were gonna break up with me" he says
"Ill never, I just was overthinking too much about your opinion and didn't want to talk sorry baby" I say giving him massage in his hair
He gets out of the crook of my neck and says "I love you so danm much" he kneels down
"Ill love you too" and places a kiss on my stomach
He stands up and starts kissing me "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you" he says
"I love you more" I said
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Gio and I were about to take a shower together when suddenly, my water broke. Panic hit me immediately, and we rushed to the hospital. It was the most intense, painful experience I’ve ever endured. Gio held my hands through every contraction, whispering soft, sweet things to me, though half of it went in one ear and out the other—I was terrified.
Hours later, the world shifted. Our baby was finally in my arms. Tears welled up as I looked down at him.
“He is beautiful,” I whispered, a smile spreading across my face.
Gio’s eyes were glistening, and I couldn’t help laughing through my relief. “Baby, he looks just like you… a perfect copy,” I said.
He chuckled, placing a tender kiss on my head. “I love you, baby,” he murmured, eyes never leaving mine.
“I love you,” I said back.
When I handed him the baby, Gio instinctively went shirtless, realizing it made holding Isaiah easier. I've told him about the "skin to skin".I tried not to be jealous of the way everyone in the room kept sneaking glances at him—his black sweatpants, the defined abs, the raw magnetism. He looked incredible, holding our son.
The doctor broke the silence. “He does look like you.”
Gio’s dry, simple response, “Yeah,” made me chuckle quietly—thank God he wasn’t prolonging small talk.
Isaiah started crying, and Gio gently handed him back to me. “What’s his name going to be?” the doctor asked.
We had already decided: Isaiah Diaz. Gio looked from me to the baby and smiled. “Isaiah Diaz,” he said softly, before leaning in to kiss me.
“Thank you, baby. I love you so much,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
“I love you more,” I whispered, unable to stop smiling.
Back at home, we fell asleep together, Isaiah resting atop Gio’s chest. The quiet morning was broken by his cries, and we took turns caring for him. Gio tried his best, gently handling him until I took over for breastfeeding. He pressed his head to my thigh, kissing gently, whispering nonsense to make me laugh.
“Gio, go to sleep—you have that meeting,” I said, yawning.
“I don’t care about that meeting. I could reschedule it,” he said, smirking up at me. “Remember, I’m the boss.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed, tucking him in next to me. We teased, we yawned together, and I finally placed Isaiah in his crib, crawling back into bed with Gio.
“Let’s do a quicky,” he joked.Placing his face in the crook of my neck
“Giooo,” I laughed.
“Just kidding… unless you’re down,” he said, winking.
“I love you, baby,” he murmured, kissing me.
“I love you, handsome,” I replied, smiling.
We cuddled, exchanged playful banter, and finally drifted off, Gio’s arms around me
Seven months had passed since Isaiah’s birth, and we hadn’t had a proper date in ages. Today, Gio planned something special.
I finished getting ready while Gio took care of Isaiah. I walked downstairs to see him sitting there, bouncing his legs, Isaiah asleep on his chest. I leaned in for a playful Spiderman kiss. “I’m ready, baby,” I whispered.
He stood, still holding Isaiah, and his eyes roamed me with that familiar hunger. “You look beautiful, baby,” he said, smiling.
“Thank you,” I whispered back, kissing him briefly.
Our maid took Isaiah for the day, and Gio closed the door behind her. “Now I can kiss you properly,” he said, pulling me in for a deep, passionate kiss.
“Fuck, I want you,” he muttered against my lips.
I broke the kiss and glanced down at him, realizing he was… well, excited. “You’re always like this,” I teased, leading the way to the car.
He laughed and slid in beside me. “When I see you, when I kiss you, when you’re near me… I can’t stop it, baby,” he admitted.
“Too much information,” I laughed.
We drove, his hands resting possessively on my thighs, exchanging compliments and teasing. By the time we arrived at the restaurant, my heart was racing—not just from Gio, but from anticipation.
Inside, he opened my door, his gaze never leaving mine. We sat down, ordered, and he grew visibly nervous. Then, he stood. I froze.
Gio knelt before me, holding a small box. His voice shook slightly with emotion:
“From the moment I saw you, my heart started rising. I loved your eyes, your smile, and I knew I had fallen. You bring the best out of me. You bring joy, love, everything into my life every day. I never craved someone until I met you, never truly loved anyone until I met you. I remember our first glance—it felt like hours. Baby, I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me, princess?”
Tears blurred my vision, and I could barely whisper, “Yes.”
He slid the ring onto my finger, kissed my hand, and embraced me tightly. The applause of the restaurant faded into nothing as we held each other.
“I love you, Sierra. I’ll always love you, until the day I die,” he whispered, before kissing me deeply.
In that moment, I knew it—through every tear, every joy, every fear, every longing—we were home. We were family. We were forever.
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