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 of yesterday's conversation settled back in, looming large in the

the kitchen, arranging toast on a plate and carefully pouring

that half-smile that never

over a blanket and the tray, placing them on the coffee table in front of me. He wrapped the blanket around my shoulders before sitting next to me, his presence both familiar and

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

my fingers absently tracing the patterns on the blanket." Imagine nine months of this. You running around,

me, and his eyes were as clear as the day

transported back to the night before, when I blurted out: "What about

question that I should have asked myself more. For a long time, maybe I had been too

decide on anything right now," Enzo said softly, pulling me from my thoughts. "We can

at him, my heart swelling with a love that was complicated by the choices we were facing. But underlying that love was

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