Chapter 0495

"Can we...can we take some time? To think? Maybe then we can figure out what we really want," I whispered.

Enzo nodded, his chin brushing against the top of my head. "Yeah, we can do that, Nina. We'll take the time we need to decide what's right for us. And whatever that decision is, we'll make it together."

I woke up nestled in Enzo's arms, my head resting comfortably on his chest. For a brief, blissful moment, the world outside didn't matter.

It was just the two of us, wrapped in the warmth of our shared bed and the soft morning light filtering through the windows. But that illusion shattered as a wave of nausea washed over me. I hastily disentangled myself from Enzo and rushed to the bathroom.

The cold tiles felt almost comforting against my palms as I hunched over the toilet bowl, emptying the contents of my stomach. When it was over, I rinsed my mouth and splashed water on my face, trying to wash away the last remnants of sickness.

The weight

comforting scent of chamomile greeted me. Enzo was in the kitchen, arranging toast on a plate and carefully pouring hot water into a cup. My eyes met his, and in that glance, I found

some tea and toast," he said, looking up and smiling that half-smile that never failed to disarm me." Some light

on the coffee table in front of me. He wrapped the blanket around my

perfectly buttered. But as I sipped and nibbled, I found myself contemplating the complexities of

you're doing all this for me," I said, my fingers absently tracing the patterns on the blanket." Imagine nine months of this. You running

eyes were as clear as the day we met. "What

harder than I wanted to admit. I was suddenly transported back to the

I had been too

have to decide on anything right now," Enzo said softly, pulling me from

looked at him, my heart swelling with a love that was complicated by the choices we were facing. But underlying that love was a tiny shred of doubt, a shadow that loomed

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