James.
“I am beyond thrilled at this news, Giovani," I said softly, giving him a happy smile. At the moment, we were meeting at a private bar, exchanging words while dining on some American-style food like burgers and fries.
“This baby should be born to married parents, though," I muttered in thought. I furrowed my brow, picking up a fry and putting it into my mouth, savoring the salty goodness. Becca was growing exponentially more happy and loving. I hoped I was turning less cold, as well.
Giovani took a bite of his burger, dabbing his lips with his napkin and giving me a soft smile. “You are quite the family man, James," he said in that soft voice he always used. To his enemies, there would be a hint of danger there. To me, there was just adoration.
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