Nico's POV

Once she says the word, I feel my heart stop beating for a split second.

We stare at each other. A part of me reminds me that I have to say something and melt the growing awkward air that is between us, but somehow it takes a longer time to process the new information than I imagined. What is wrong with me? I mean, I always knew that the kid was mine, didn't I? Right from the time I cast my eyes on him in her apartment in Little Italy, something clicked between the both of us. ...