“Well, maybe she hasn’t been eating because someone left her here all on her own to worry and wait.” Emma got up from the table.

“No, no, it’s okay. Biscuits sound really good.” Laurie gave him a nervous smile.

“No, you can’t just have biscuits. At least have some eggs, or a pancake. Just a pancake.” He heaped eggs and a pancake onto her plate.

She put her hand to her mouth and turned away.

Dante sat back. His father’s eyes narrowed in on her.

“No, I’m not that hungry,” Laurie choked out.

“If she isn’t hungry, then you can’t make her eat.” Emma slapped the table.

Emma picked up the plate in front of Laurie and replaced it with two plain biscuits.

Laurie shoulders relaxed.

“Mom she can’t just eat two plain biscuits for breakfast. Have you not been feeding her?” Dante again asked his mother.

“Son, you better let your mom handle this one.” Albert gave him a warning glare.

“What?” Dante raised his hands in self-defense.

“I said, let your mom handle it,” Albert said slowly.

Dante looked around the table. He saw his mother shoot his father a grateful look, before she sat back down at the table. Then he saw Gabriella exchange a knowing look with Bob, who seemed to get whatever message she sent.

Bob then grinned at Dante, who was baffled.

“What?” Dante hunched his shoulders.

“Nothing.” Bob grinned, taking a drink of orange juice. “Nothing at all.”

Bob started chucking into his stack of pancakes.

Laurie cringed.

“What the hell is going on here?” Dante demanded, looking at Laurie for answers.

Laurie looked at Emma, with a silent plea for something.

“Laurie, why don’t you take Dante upstairs for a minute?” His mother’s voice became raspy again.

She sighed, turning to Dante with a look of resignation.

“Can we go upstairs?” She looked up at him.

Dante’s brow furrowed. He was starving. He didn’t want to leave his breakfast, but Laurie looked anxious, and sickly. He wanted to know why. He also wanted to know why everyone else seemed to know why and he didn’t. He couldn’t quite figure it out. Therefore, he nodded, excusing himself from the table. He walked behind Laurie up the stairs to their bedroom.

Laurie turned toward him. She started rubbing her hands. She massaged them, toying with her rings. She bit her lip. After watching her for several minutes, Dante took her hands in his.

“What’s wrong?”

He felt her pulse quicken beneath his thumb as he watched her eyes glass over. Her brow furrowed, and her lips grew thin, contorting her face into an expression of fear. It was painful for Dante to watch.

“I’m pregnant,” Laurie whispered.

Dante’s breath caught in his chest.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.” Laurie shifted on her feet.

Dante’s eyes widened in shock. The bottom dropped out of the floor beneath him. He seemed to be floating in the air. His pulse raced. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby.

“I’m sorry, Dante.” Emotion strained her voice. “I swear I was on birth control. I took it every day. I just don’t know what happened. Please don’t be angry! Please!”

“Hey, hey, shhh.” He pulled her against him. “I’m not angry. I’m not. I’m shocked. It’s unexpected.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured into his sweater.

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry at all.” He pulled her back to look at her. “Laurie, I love you. I want you to be the mother of my children.”

As soon as he said it, Dante knew it was true. He wanted forever with Laurie. He wanted to come home each night and kiss her. He wanted to hold her hand when their kid was born. He wanted vacations, family picnics, home movies and photo albums. He could see it all dancing around in the sparkling sapphire of her eyes. He grinned at her, hungry to start the rest of his amazing life with this woman.

“You’re not angry?”

“No. I’m happy. I’m ecstatic.”

She laughed nervously.

“I just thought with Kaimi, hiding, and trying to get your job back, I just thought you’d be angry that I got pregnant in the middle of it all.”

“I can’t be angry at you. It’s as much my fault as it is yours.” He kissed her, pulling her closer. It was a hot and hungry kiss. He wanted to devour her.

“I’m so relieved you’re okay with this.” Laurie gripped his sweater.

“Well, I’m not okay with it. I’m overjoyed about it.” Dante let every ounce of his love for her shine in his eyes. “I’m going to have a baby with the woman I love. I’m going to be a father.”

Laurie laughed as Dante lifted her off the ground in an embrace. With his arm snaked around her waist, his other arm wrapped around her back, he held her to him. Then he kissed her until they were both breathless.

“I’m going to be a mother.” She smiled back at him as he set her down.

Laurie sighed. Amazement shone in her eyes as she ran her fingers over her pregnant belly.

Dante stared at Laurie with pure adoration, as he ran his fingers through her hair. The woman he loved was pregnant, and he was going to be a father. After a few heartfelt kisses, he moved his mouth to Laurie’s neck. Then he brought his lips back up to hers in a long, leisurely kiss. Dante sighed against her cheek.

“I wish everyone wasn’t waiting for us downstairs. I’m hungry for more than breakfast now.” He caressed her breast.

Laurie laughed, as Dante pulled away from her.

“That won’t hurt the baby will it? Us being together?”

“No.” She chuckled at him. “It won’t hurt the baby.”

“Are you sure? I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to—believe me, I’m dying to—but…”

“It won’t hurt the baby. The doctor already told me that.”

“Good.” Dante breathed a sigh of relief.

Dante gave her a final squeeze around the shoulders. He took Laurie’s hand, leading her back down the stairs into the kitchen. Everyone looked up as they walked in. Dante’s face broke out into a wide grin.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he said triumphantly.

Bob and Albert started clapping and whistling, as Emma and Gabriella beamed.

“I told you he would be happy.” Emma shook her head at Laurie.

“Yes, you did.” Laurie smiled sheepishly. “I guess I was just being silly.”

“Hormones dear, you’ll be silly over just about anything from here on out—and it will only get worse.” Emma clasped her hands together.

“If there is one piece of advice I can give you, it’s that you give her anything she wants from now on. Trust me on this.” Albert took a sip of coffee.

“Too bad you don’t remember that with your own wife.” Emma picked up her fork.

“You’re not pregnant.” Albert gestured to Laurie.

“So being considerate to the woman who carried your child for nine months, and went through ten hours of labor to bring him into the world, doesn’t matter?” Emma stared at Albert.

He heaved a great sigh.

“Of course it does dear, of course it does.” Albert went back to his breakfast.

Emma gave a curt nod before finishing her breakfast.

“When’s the baby due?” Bob eyed her flat stomach.

“July. The doctor said I’m probably at eight weeks.” Laurie blushed.

“Well, I hope the judge will expedite Kaimi’s trial. Otherwise you might give birth on the witness stand.” Albert took a bite of pancakes.

“She can just go back to Hawaii after the baby is born.” Emma picked up her plate.

“She can’t wait until July.” Albert stared at his wife in disbelief. “The prosecution would fall apart by then. Kaimi would be right back out on the streets. She has to go back to Hawaii now.”

Dante’s smile pulled into a hard line. In his moment of elation, he had forgotten about Kaimi, the trial, and his job. He had forgotten all of it.

“No she doesn’t!” Emma waved her butter knife around. “If my first grandchild is—”

“They don’t have any other witnesses, Emma!” Albert got up from the table.

“I don’t care what witnesses they have and don’t have! Laurie does not have to go back to Hawaii.” Emma was ready to lunge at Albert.