0122.

Amelia's POV

Vesper walked into the bathroom, taking the test strip from me. Her eyes darted wide when she saw the two ticks.

She bent to my level, pulling me into a hug as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"You don't have to cry, Amelia. I'm sure Alessandro's going to understand."

I chuckled painfully, shaking my head. "You don't know him, Vesper." I sniffed, "Alessandro isn't ready for a baby right now."

He's definitely going to throw tantrums ...