Chapter Eight
Valentina
From the way my dad can still give me a helluva “I’m disappointed in you” speech, you wouldn’t think I’m thirty-six, divorced—soon to be twice—and raising my own child.
I turn my head in Dom’s arms and see our mas taking their seats, but they aren’t upset like they were before.
“What new plan?” Dom asks.
“You’re going to remain married,” Anna says.
“No, we’re not.” Dom’s insistence pulls at my insecurity that I’m not enough for him. “We’re in our thirties. You can’t tell us what to do.”
“I am your mama, and this was not a drunken mistake. The two of you got married for a reason, and you’re both going to act like mature adults and deal with the situation you created. You’re going to stay married and give this an honest try.”
Dom scoffs and shakes his head. “Y
