Chapter 27: Let's face it...

16 Weeks Remaining

Life was pretty hectic once we returned to our home in Spain. Lovino has been pretty quiet since the last meeting. He would stare off into space.. Most of the time he was by the window in what was slowly becoming a nursery for our little boy.

It was coming along nicely too. We found this blue-ish green paint that matches the turtles' shells on the crib bedding set I found and convinced Lovi to let me buy. The crib a dark brown-ish red wood, almost the color of Lovi's hair in the sunlight. It even had little tomatoes carved into it that were painted as well.

There wasn't much furniture in the room besides the crib and a rocking chair, which is where Lovino is right now. Once the paint had dried and the fumes had left, that's pretty much where he's been.

Every few minutes I'll go in there and check on him. He always had this distant look on his face, like he was thinking about something.

Somehow I knew exactly what that something was.

Is Dantè going to be mortal?

Neither one of us really wanted to talk about it. When he was in a talking mood we would usually talk about the nursery, or fútbol, and one time I even got him to bring up the wedding. (Which we decided to move to next spring because of Dantè's due date being in November, allowing some time to adjust and Christmas and Birthdays to pass before that stress begins.)

I made my way to the nursery with a tray with some water and a sandwitch for Lovino. It was lunchtime, anyway. It just happened to be a habit I had picked p to make and take him lunch when he was hiding and thinking lately. When I nudged the door open, he wasn't in there. The bathroom door was open which could only mean he was in our room.

I walked in there to see him lying down and under the covers like a little Lovino cocoon. I could see his round belly from here, moving up and down as he took each breath. I smile every time I see it. The way he absentmindedly lays his hands on top of it when he's watching TV is really cute to watch too. He even has a special glare all picked out for Dantè, and uses it when, as Lovi states "Using my organs as a fútbol."

I set the tray down, sitting myself down on the edge of the bed. He moved a little when I ran my hand through his hair, avoiding the curl therefore avoiding a disaster.

Lovino's whole face looked tired, and he moved slowly. He blinked once before giving me a small smile.

"Hungry?" I asked in a whisper, as if I was trying not to wake the already awake Italian man before me.

Lovino nodded and stared to get out of bed when I stopped him, moving the tray so he could hold it in his lap, making sure to put his water on the table next to the bed.

"Grazie." He mumbled.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my worry taking over and asking before I could even think about anything.

Lovino nodded, not looking at me. "I'm just tired. I don't want to move at all. I feel like I'm being murdered from the inside out." He said, flinching a little from what I assume was movement from Dantè. "I'm sure it will all be worth it when he gets here though."

I smiled a little and kissed his cheek. Leave it to Lovi to let himself think positive in this situation and barely any other ones. It was just something about him that let him do that. When he was excited about something he was positive, if he wasn't, you could tell because every sentence would be followed by a million curse words in two languages.

"I know it will be, amor. Until then, we'll do what we can to get everything ready for our little miracle, right?"

"Right."

Lovino's smile didn't last long. He looked down at his lunch for a moment and set it aside. Taking a deep breath he reached for my hand.

"Let's face it, Antonio... We need to talk about this. Both of us keeping to ourselves won't help anything." He mumbled, there were obviously tears in his eyes. I reached up with my free hand to wipe them away like a good Toni would.

"I know." I said, looking down and interlocking our fingers. I felt the cool metal of his ring against my hand, it was alot different from Lovino's warm hands.

"What if he is mortal?" He asked, choking on his words. "What if I wasn't ever meant to get pregnant and him dying in about eighty years is punishment from God because-"

"Lovi." I cut him off, he was going to get himself upset again and could possibly pass out if I didn't do something. "If there was a problem with us being together than I sure we would have seen a sign by now. I'm sure Britain is trying to figure this out and will tell us. As much as I hate to..." I trailed off, wanting already to slap myself for my next set of words, but they needed to be said. "I trust him with this." I need to throw up now. "He seems to know what he's doing when it comes to this stuff, okay?"

Lovino nodded, tears already making their way down his reddened cheeks. With a heavy sigh I leaned in and hugged him gently. His head was on my shoulder, and I could feel a wet spot forming. A tear streamed down my own cheek, I didn't want to think about it at all. All I wanted to do right now was be there for my Lovi. I was going to keep me from making him happy, and nothing is going to stand in my way...