Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“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

this,” Janeen murmurs one afternoon as she sits in my bathroom with me, watching me lean over my sink to put a little mascara on my eyelashes. I turn

how weird it is. But my sister just laughs at me and

and to run

Baby doing in there,

good,” I murmur, though I can’t help being a little chagrined. “Wish she'd lay

grinning and giving me a big kiss on the cheek. “Make her barf so much she needs bathroom

and then turn, shaking my head at her. “You need to stop calling the baby a she, Janeen,” I say, grinning. “We still don’t know, and you're going to confuse both me and yourself — and potentially the baby, if it ends up being

says, waving her hand at me as she leaves me alone in the bathroom. “She until proven otherwise! Besides,” she

conceding the point, and I turn to the mirror and grimace a little, and then look down at my belly. “What do you think, little baby,” I murmur, running a hand over my little pot belly. “You’re she until proven