Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 0353

“Maybe order a pizza?” I say, hopeful. Dad he laughs and goes to make the call. I dig eagerly into the greasy hot pizza about an hour later, absolutely starving. Because that’s how I am these days — just constantly hungry and constantly snacking to keep the nausea away.

Because the moment that I stepped into my second trimester...

Let's just say that the easy nature of my first trimester? When I wondered whether I was pregnant, because I couldn’t feel — at all — that I was pregnant?

Well. That went the hell out the window.

I woke up in the middle of the night one night, green to the gills, and rushed to my bathroom to barf up absolutely everything in my stomach. And it honestly feels like I have been nauseous every single second since that first night.

And my solution to this — to which no one has yet protested — is to keep snacks in every corner of the house so that I can wander from room to room and there’s always something

watching me lean over my sink to put a little mascara on my eyelashes. I turn to look at her and see that she’s pulled a bag of popcorn out

as I realize how weird it is. But my sister just laughs

Fay,” she sighs, coming to put an arm around me and to run

Princess Baby doing

though I can’t help being a little chagrined. “Wish she'd lay off

grinning and giving me a big kiss on the

say, grinning. “We still don’t know, and you're

in the bathroom. “She until

my belly. “What do you think, little baby,” I murmur, running a hand over my little pot