"I'm pregnant."

The words flow out of my mouth before I can even process them and heat immediately floods my face.

Everyone's faces around me morph into different emotions.

Shock, confusion, happiness.

But all I care about is his. The way his face wears his emotions is unreal, I can always tell what he is feeling.

But right now, for the first time since we were in high school, I can't tell. His eyes somewhere distant, features almost hazy and his body looking somewhat limp.

He finally looks up at me his hazel, brown eyes almost childlike a certain piece of hope filling them.

"You're, you're what?" DeLuca questions his words tumbling out his big brown eyes wide.

"I'm pregnant. You're going to be a dad." I say slowly making sure he processes it fully.

"I'm gonna be a dad." He mumbles underneath his breath in a stunned manner, his thick eyebrows knit together as he brings his hands to his curly hair running his lengthy fingers through it.

He abruptly breaks into a huge grin that fills his entire face, reaching from ear to ear, making his eyes crinkle smaller and his cheek tint pink.

"I'm gonna be a dad!" He suddenly exclaims throwing his long arms around me and spinning in a circle, a huge smile evident on his face.

Setting me down swiftly he lowers to his knees in front of me placing his large hands on my stomach before kissing it through the white fabric of my dress, "Daddy loves you already." He whispers softly before bringing his lips to mine.

Lifting me up again this time above his head, almost like my dad did when I was younger resembling an airplane he exclaims, "This is the best day ever!".

And in this moment I know no matter what, we'll be okay.

No matter the argument or problem we can get through it together.

I'm yanked away from my thoughts when I see my brother full speed ahead sprinting at DeLuca his fist raised connecting with his cheek bone.

An immediate audible gasp escapes my mouth.

"You got my little sister pregnant!" He shouts loudly making almost everyone flinch as DeLuca just rubs his already swelling cheek.

"And I just asked her to be my wife!" DeLuca bellows back obviously restraining himself from returning a most likely more painful blow to my brother's face.

Markus's face immediately contorts and a smile spreads across his tanned face, "Hm I guess you have a point." He concludes apparently just noticing I have a ring on my left hand.

Note the sarcasm.

"Little late for that dont you think?" I retort running my hand over Luca's puffy cheek where redness and a dull purple paint it.

"Hey I'm your big brother it's what I'm supposed to do!" He claims causing DeLuca to chuckle absentmindedly.

And he was right that's what big brothers are supposed to do; have your back always and protect you no matter the outcome.
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"Mila, I've told you a thousand times please sit your pretty ass down." DeLuca says with a serious tone though I know deep within him he's trying to contain one of his classic deep chuckles.

"And I've told you a million times that I'm not sick or dying!" I exclaim exasperatedly continuing to wobble my way into the kitchen before doing everything I can to reach the pickles on the back of the fridge.

"And I've told you a billion times that you're pregnant and I've got this all under control." He states spinning me around before easily grasping the pickles in his hand and then setting them on the counter.

"Now go and sit down before you go into labor in the kitchen." And so I follow his directions and plop down onto the couch that I've gotten to know extremely well over these past months.

"Now what did you want again?" He questions from the kitchen.

"Pickles, olives, and some sour patch kids." I reply as my stomach growls at me loudly while I watch him pile it all on a plate and make his way towards me.

"Here you are princess, exactly how you like it." He says smugly hovering over my swollen body examining me like he did with his brown calculating eyes the first day we met.

I bring my hands over my face as it heats under his intense stare, becoming overwhelmingly self conscious.

He slowly pries a few of my delicate fingers away from my face, tilting his head to the side slowly, "There is nothing to be ashamed of. You are and always will be the most beautiful woman I've laid my eyes. Not to mention the fact that you're carrying our baby makes you ten times sexier." He relays in his deep, soft voice his eyes holding sincerity.

"And you," He says focusing his eyes on my large, circular stomach, "Need to hurry up, you were supposed to come out two whole days ago."

This time it comes out more like a whine making me smile as I do my favorite thing, running my fingers through his floppy curls.

"You know what I wanna do?" He asks but before I can even even respond he lifts me into his arms, "I wanna fall asleep with you in my arms. I'm done with this pregnancy pillow, I wanna feel my princess."

"But she's my baby..." I whine jutting out my bottom lip.

"No, this is our baby," He stops pointing at my tummy, "And I'm getting my first good sleep in nine months." He states laying me down lightly on our bed before snuggling closer to me and securing me under his arm.

"I love you princess."

"I love you bad boy."
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I slowly turn slightly feeling a growing need to go pee and slip out of DeLuca's grasp.

"Where are you going?" He grumbles sleepily feeling the area where I was searching for me, his brown orbs still covered by his creamy lids.

"Bathroom."

Making my way to the bathroom I move to pull down my shorts when suddenly liquid rushes down my inner thighs.

My breath hitches in my throat as the fluid continues to drip down my legs and onto the bathroom floor.

"DeLuca!" I almost whisper because my voice gets caught in my throat.

"DeLuca my water just broke!" I shout into the room becoming more and more hysterical by the second.

Immediately I hear his roaring footsteps into the bathroom, his once sleepy eyes now wide and alert, his curls shooting every direction imaginable.

All I want to do is awe at how adorable he looks but all that comes out is a deep grunt.

"I'll be right back." He says quickly before disappearing as I begin to waddle out behind him but he returns before I can even reach the doorway he's back with the overnight bag.

"Okay let's go." He declares wrapping his strong arms around me and lifting me off the ground.

"You're still in your boxers." I manage to grunt out as he attempts to look over my tummy before chuckling nervously and sprinting to his dresser and throwing in a random pair of Nike shorts.

"Let's go have a baby!" He almost shouts as he begins to move quicker towards his truck.
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I look down at the minuscule human below me and think about the stressful moments that just occurred to have her here.

"You've got this princess, you've gotta breath." DeLuca's soothing voice rings out through the thick sounds of my grunts.

I clamp my hand down hard on his and I can see his face contort to pain, but he can't even begin to imagine what I'm going though right now.

"Almost there, we can see the head. One more big push should do it honey." Our doctor says coaxing me into my last push.

"Everything you've got Mila." DeLuca says.

And so I give everything I have, crushing his hand in mine and basically screaming before a large relief rolls over me.

"It's a girl."

And in that moment I look DeLuca directly in the eyes.

His brown orbs glassy as a tears fly out of them.

He leans down slowly kissing my sweaty forehead, "You did it princess." He murmurs still watching the nurse cleaning our baby girl.

After what seems like forever she finally lays her down on my chest.
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"She's beautiful." DeLuca whispers into my hair.

I stare down at her.

Not much hair on her head but the little there is resembles DeLucas brown curls.

She beams back up at us, big brown eyes, long lashes and fair skin, her small hand linked around my finger.

"What do you think about Violetta?" I ask him thinking back to his sisters name and he immediately grins back.

"It's perfect." He says staring deeply into my eyes.

"Thank you," He begins, "Thank you for making me the happiest man alive."

"Love you Mila." He says kissing my forehead lightly.

"Love you Violetta." He whispers gently as she breaths slowly in her sleep.

And here I realize that every time he said I changed him to be a better man, he was wrong.

He was always this man.

Always my DeLuca.

My bad boy.

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