Chapter 55

“Serena, there you are!” Francesca waited for me at the bottom of the stairs while I walked down and tried to fix my hair.

“Becomes an Alfonzo, thinks she can let me wait—do you see that Emmanuella?” She asked Emmanuella who gave me a pitiful smile. After telling Emmanuella the truth, well—she actually heard it because Christian and I were extremely loud—she finally realized why I asked her about the Alfonzo’s.

“I’m sorry!” I apologized and pulled the end of my dress. “What were you doing?” Stella asked me. Apparently, Stella and Mia tagged along which was understandable, considering they organized the entire thing.

“Where is my brother, what were you guys doing?” Mia asked and looked around while Francesca shrugged it off. “She looks a hot mess—it’s not that hard to guess, come on Serena we have a lot to discuss.”

Stella and Mia giggled while I walked after Francesca with my head lowered. This must’ve been why Christian was laughing, perhaps it would’ve been a smart idea to take a look in the mirror before I came down.

We sat in the living room and I watched as the three pulled out full maps with their ideas for the gender reveal. They took this thing a little bit too seriously while I told them to keep it small.

“Is this okay with...you know?” I questioned as the three gave me a confused look. I did not know how to address the Fabio situation and did not want to say anything I shouldn’t.

“It is, don’t worry. No one is going to do anything stupid right now.” Francesca reassured me with a smile on her face before she went back to showing me pictures.

It was surprising to me how easily she shrugged it off, but just like everyone had told me she had also said the same, that I did not have to worry for now. Over the past weeks, I had learned that staying out of Christian’s business was something which he truly appreciated—but considering the circumstances, it became a lot more difficult to do now.

“So what color are you guys going to wear?” I asked them as I scrolled through their to-do list. “We’re playing it safe and are wearing a neutral color not to spoil anything,” Stella told me.

“Serena, a quick question because I’m really curious!” Mia grew an excited smile on her face. “What do you want, a boy or a girl?”

“Hey!” Francesca yelled at her. “Don’t ask her that, if she reads the expression on your face then the whole surprise is ruined.”

“She can just tell me, I took acting lessons last month—no big deal, Serena tell me!” She put her hands on my knees and pushed me to talk.

“Stop scaring her.” I heard Christian say as he placed his hands on my shoulder. He kissed me on the cheek and made his way over to his mom before he joined her on the sofa. Francesca touched his hand and gave him a grateful smile, probably because he was finally ready to let the past be the past.

“Chrissie, do you want a son or a daughter?” Mia asked Christian this time. He went into deep thoughts and stared into my eyes with a warm smile on his face. “I want a daughter.”

My eyes immediately observed the twins to see if they would crack, but they didn’t. Even though I came with this stupid idea, all I wanted was to find out what I was having and get it over with.

“A daughter?” Stella spoke in surprise, while the other two also looked at him in shock. He had already said it once before, and he still had the same opinion. “Yes, a daughter.

“And if you do get a daughter, you’ll allow her to date in the future?” She snickered. Christian shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, why not.”

“Serena, don’t listen to a word he says—he had once threatened to kill my prom date!” Mia jumped in. Sounded like something Christian would do.

“Out of love, it worked because you came back in one piece.” He did an attempt to defend his actions. “Yeah, after he tore me apart,” Mia smirked while Christian scrunched up his nose.

“Stella, I really don’t have to know all of that.” Francesca sighed and pushed another map into her hands.

“I have to make a few more phone calls so I will leave you guys to it.” Christian got up from the couch again and excused himself. I bet the only reason why he came down here was to make sure Francesca was not giving me a hard time, which was understandable after what happened with Enzo.

“Don’t overwork yourself, Chrissie!” Stella pouted, while I giggled at the familiar nickname. Chrissie.

“I feel like I have to say that to you.” He told his sister before he left the living room.

The three had already decided on a date and made a guest list while all I had to do was just sit back and watch. The one thing I appreciated the most was that they didn’t attack me with questions about the Alfonzo’s but instead behaved as if nothing happened as all of it still felt very new to me, but even then Stella had no problem letting her opinion known.

“That brat is just sixteen, three years younger than me but her mouth is so big—it just makes me want to beat her up. I’m happy you’re my twin, Mia.” She spoke referring to Carmen while she wrote down her name. “Hey, it’s her sister!” Mia whispered, but all I could do was shrug my shoulders.

“Don’t worry about it, I actually think I agree.” I sighed, thinking about the treatment she gave me.

The three stayed for a while longer, and when they had left it was already past midnight. To be honest, I had hoped for the time to pass and all I could think of was finding my way to Christian so he could finish what we had started—but after all of this, I was just too tired.

Somehow I had managed to make my way up and noticed Christian was still in his office. I finally took a shower and cleaned myself, which was well needed.

After I had changed I walked over to his office again but noticed that the lights were off so turned to his room instead. Just as I was about to knock he had also opened the door, making me bump into him.

“You need to stop doing that.” He sighed with a smile on his face. Even I could not count how many times this had already happened before. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I was just on my way to see you.” He wrapped his hands around my waist, while I looked down to avoid his face. “See me?” I asked.

“Yes, stay with me tonight—come on.” He pulled me into his room and locked the door. “You look tired, so I’ll spare you for today.” He chuckled and dragged me to his bed.

“You know, I feel like I’m talking way too much and all you do is listen. Talk to me.” Christian pulled me back and forced me to lay down. I instantly grew a smile on my face and caressed his cheek, thinking about how he became the talkative one. “It’s nothing, I’m just extremely tired.” I yawned and rested my head against his chest.

“What did you think about your family?” He asked me as I yawned once again. “Nice people, except for my sister.”

“That’s good.”

“What are your plans for tomorrow?” I asked him and tried my hardest to stay awake. “...I have some things to handle I won’t be home tomorrow.”

“Oh, that’s so sad.” I raised my head to look at his face before I snuggled against his neck. “It is.” Christian caressed my back.

“I’ll let someone move your stuff to this room tomorrow.” He suddenly spoke. “T-to your room?”

“Our room.” He corrected me. “After the baby is born I want you to stay here, you me and the baby.”

Christian lowered his hand to my baby bump and rubbed circles over it. “Are you sure?” I wondered. I knew that I was the one who wanted all of this, but him being nice would probably be a temporarily thing and it would only be a matter of time before we would argue again.

Keeping promises wasn’t exactly his thing.

“Is this not what you wanted?” He asked and I immediately shook my head. He was right. This is what I wanted, so questioning it would be a stupid thing. Instead I should just go with the flow. “No, no—this is exactly what I want!”

“Your head is so heavy, I don’t understand how it’s possible for a human head to be this heavy.” Christian took his time to offend me. It was not possible for him to remain nice for long—but I was already used to it. “Hey!”

“What?” He chuckled. “It’s true though, you’re head is so heavy and it’s not like there are any brains inside of it either so—ow!” He yelped out in pain when I smacked his chest. “I-I’m sorry!” I apologized and looked at the engagement ring on my finger. Not the smartest idea to hit him with that.

“What about the ring?” I asked him and stared at the huge diamond around my finger. “What about it?”

“Well, it’s an engagement ring so...” I carefully tried to bring up the situation. “Wait, do you really want to marry me?” Christian laughed in surprise, but I was being serious. “I mean...why not? We’ve already skipped a few steps—so...yeah I guess.”

“Are you so sure of yourself that all of this will work out?” I heard a hint of worry in his voice. Was he the one not sure that all of this was going to work out?

“No, wait—I didn’t meant it like that. Don’t get me wrong, I want all of this to work out but we have to stay realistic...” He stopped talking mid-sentence.

“I shouldn’t be pushing you like this and I’m fine with the way things are.” I tried to calm down the situation. Maybe I was expecting too much for now, he didn’t even tell me he loved me back.

“And one day, when you feel like it—you can go on one knee and ask me to marry you.”

“One knee!?” Christian spoke in surprise and gave me a startled look as I laughed at him. “Yes, one knee—a real proposal.”

“Hmm, we’ll see.”

“You’re tired, let’s have a good conversation tomorrow—just you and I.” He slowly cut of the conversation. It seemed like the marriage talk went a little too fast. “What? I don’t understand.”

He sighed and rested his hand in my hair as I felt my eyes close. “After I get back, let me take you on a date, our first date.”

“F-first date?” I asked to check if I had heard the right words. “Yes, let’s do one step at a time since we’ve already missed several.”