I stared at the two lines on the test for what felt like hours.

I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. It's been about a month and a half since Logan and I got a divorce, I've finally gotten to a content place.

Until I got morning sickness. Everyday this week. Add that to the fact that I can hardly remember the last time I got my period.

I knew exactly what it was the moment I got it, I just forgot I even told Logan I wanted to try for another baby.

Dominick has been nothing but kind and sweet to me, I really really like him... but how can I ask him to stay with me as I have a baby that isn't even his.

If the baby survives.

I bite my lip to keep the tears at bay, "what am I going to do?" I take a picture of the test and send it to Logan. No point in beating around the bush, I'm doing this with or without him.

Dominick wanted to cook me breakfast and spend the day with me so I got ready, I wasn't sure how I was going to tell him.

I didn't want whatever we had to end.

We weren't necessarily together, he knew I was getting over Logan and he didn't want to take advantage of that. I let him kiss me last week and for once, I completely forgot about the man that broke my heart.

All I could think about was Dominick.

Gosh, I really like him. And now he won't want anything to do with me. I wipe away the fallen tears and readjust my outfit. I wore high-waisted jeans and a blue halter top with my hair down to my shoulders. Bending forward, I shake my hair, letting it fall over my face before abruptly standing up and flipping my hair.

I didn't feel like styling my hair so this method seemed to do pretty well. I put on nude lipstick before grabbing my purse and getting in the car.

Dominick is an absolute wizard in the kitchen, I much prefer his cooking to any restaurant he sometimes picks out. I like to watch him since I know next to nothing about cooking.

Pulling into his driveway, I park next to his car and walk up to his door.

When he first took me to his house to cook for me, he became very nervous. As if I'd judge him for his home. I was well aware that it was perfectly normal for people to not have five cars and a mansion.

His house appeared small on the outside but the inside made up for everything the outside lacked. His house was welcoming, homey. I felt much more comfortable in his smaller house than I did in any mansion or castle.

Before I could knock on the door, he opened it and pulled me inside. I let out a yelp as he shuts the door and pushes me against it.

"I missed you." I practically melted at his words, his hands gripped my hips as he placed kisses over my face.

I raised my hands up to his hair tugged slightly, his lips finally met mine and I could feel the sadness from earlier being dragged away. He just had that affect on me.

Pulling away, we were both breathless. "I missed you too." He laughs at my delayed response and moves one of my hands from his hair to kiss my palm.

"The food is ready, come." He grasped my hand and pulled me into his kitchen. I was so blinded by his lips that I hardly paid attention to the delicious smell swirling around the house.

"It smells so good in here." He pulled out a seat at his table for me to sit before wandering off to the stove. My stomach was crying out, my mouth salivating.

"We'll eat this one first. And then I have a little something else warming up in the oven." I wanted to cry as he placed the plate in front of me.

"It looks so good, I'm scared to eat it," I whine and stare at the food with a pout.

He laughs before immediately digging into his slightly bigger plate of the same dish. Hesitantly, I pick up the fork and take a bite with everything on it. I close my eyes and try not to moan but it slipped out.

"So you like it?" I open my eyes to find him staring at me, his eyes darker than usual.

"Are you kidding? I love it!" I cover my mouth as I practically squeal with my mouth full. He chuckles but doesn't take his eyes off me.

"Ready for the next plate?" He gets up and takes my clean plate along with his. I nod rapidly as he puts the plates in the kitchen and takes something out of the oven. He had his back turned to me as he added something to something. One time I tried to peek before he showed me and he tossed a towel at my face.

I stay in my seat from now on.

That doesn't stop the excitement though. He turns around with a smile and presents his creation to me.

I was absolutely speechless, I wanted to say something really embarrassing like "I love you!" Just based off his cooking. Food is a way to a woman's heart too, ya know. I'm going to get fat.

Well, considering the news you just got, that's a given.

"You don't like it?" I snap out of my thoughts to see him staring at me with a forlorn expression.

"Oh no! I love it, it's beautiful! I was just thinking, sorry." I stuff my face, struggling not to moan again. But my words don't really appease him like I thought they would.

"What were you thinking about to make you look so sad?" He hadn't touched his plate, his eyes still on me.

I hesitate, before answering. "Is it okay if I tell you after we eat?"

He nods and frowns as he eats his food. A painful silence moves through the dining room. I quickly finish and pause, trying to figure out how to say this.

He sets his fork down and stares at me. "You can tell me anything, please know that."

I nod, ignoring the burning in my eyes. "Not really an easy way to say this... I'm pregnant. With Logan's baby. It was, like, the same week he left me, not recently if you were wondering." I say the last sentence quickly, not wanting him to think I went back to Logan.

When he says nothing, I continue to ramble. "I... um, I started getting morning sickness Monday and I haven't gotten my period in almost two months. Sorry, that might be a little too much information. I completely understand if-if you don't want to s-see my anymore. I don't want you to feel oblig—" he abruptly got out of his seat and kneeled in front of me.

I stared at him in shock, my vision blurry.

"Do you want him back because of the baby?" I immediately shake my head, no, at his question. He takes my hands in his and presses his lips to both.

"So, where did you get the crazy idea that I'd let you go so easily?"

I let out the most disgusting snort slash laugh slash cry. He smiles and wipes my face. "Really, are you sure? It's a lot..." he uses my hand to lightly smack my forehead making me giggle.

"Yeah, I'm sure." He stands up and pulls me with him. Wrapping his arms around my waist he rests his head against mine. "Is this a bad time to ask you to be my girlfriend?"

"Ugh, you're making me cryyy!" I slap his shoulder and laugh through my tears. He grins and kisses my wet cheeks. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." I reach up and press my lips to his.

He pulls back after a moment and pulls my head to his chest. "Am I in heaven?"

"Shut up." He laughs at my words and kisses my forehead. I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze.

"How do you say I'm falling for you in Italian?"

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