The Wounded Love novel Chapter 80

"Yes." I never thought I'd be the type of person to cry during a proposal, but I guess I was.

Dante slipped the ring on my finger while wearing the biggest smile I had ever seen and then placed a kiss on my lips.

"It really is my lucky day, but I must say, amore, I do feel bad. The night our baby was conceived, you did not finish. Care to give me a second chance?"

I laughed. "Si! But I'm starving. Can we eat first?"

So we agreed to stay home and blow off the reservations at the restaurant that he intended to take me to.

He cooked dinner instead. Dante was one hell of a cook. He told me that his nanny back in Italy taught him a few recipes when he was younger. The food was amazing. Much better than anything I could ever make. Sometimes he would ask if his cooking skills were the reason why I stayed with him.

He changed out of his suit and into sweats to match my attire and we sat on the couch stuffing our faces with lasagna already making plans for the baby and the wedding.

The best part about being pregnant was the fact that I could eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted without any judgement. I used my huge stomach as an excuse to get me out of a lot of family events and chores around the house too.

"I'm having your child," I'd say to him. "The least you could do is load the dishwasher."

"There's a human growing inside of me but you can't mop the floor?" It worked every time.

Dante cooked for me every night and made sure the freezer was stocked with ice cream and fish sticks which was what I would crave during the middle of the night... not together, of course.

We told immediate friends and family, excluding Silvio.

"What do we tell my father?" Dante asked one night while his palm rested flat against my stomach.

"Your grandchild was conceived during one of your phone calls." I laughed

"Yeah, that's not happening."

"So let's just let it be. If he calls and you want to tell him, tell him. If not we just... I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I guess that makes sense. He hardly ever calls." Even after the whole Nick ordeal, Dante still wasn't sure what kind of relationship he wanted to have with Silvio.

"Oh honey, don't worry about those horrible old men. They won't know a thing."

"I don't want your judgmental crowd from the country club coming either." I was the horrible judgmental one.

"They were never even on the list." She smiled. "Why don't the two of you make a list and think about what you want. Call me when you're ready."

I squinted my eyes at her, suspiciously. "You're being too nice." I accused.

"I'm your mother. Look, if you don't trust me, make Dante come along and supervise the whole thing."

"What! No that's okay, Anne, I believe you." Dante cut in, horrified by the thought that he would have to spend the next few weeks all alone with my mother.

"You're going Dante." I ordered. "I'm-"

"Yes, yes, I know, you're bringing life into this world and the least I could do is help plan a poor, uncomfortable pregnant woman's wedding." He finished.