Chapter 9

After the pregnancy scare, Bianca’s days became quieter, steadier—yet a soft storm lingered beneath the surface.

Enzo, for once in his life, learned how to love with restraint.

Not with pride.

Not with entitlement.

But with patience.

And a fear of losing her again.

The old Enzo was cold steel and sharp edges.

The man he became now was something else entirely.

Every morning, without fail, he waited at the entrance of her design firm.

Not barging inside.

Not demanding a conversation.

Just standing under the awning—sometimes beneath rain, sometimes snow—holding a cup of warm milk and a doctor-approved set of prenatal vitamins.

“Bianca, you don’t have to talk to me.”

His voice was always soft, reverent.

“I just want to make sure you didn’t faint again.”

She would accept the bag with a polite nod,

and keep walking.

He never complained.

Never pushed.

Never asked for more.

Losing her once had taught him exactly what loving her meant.

She insisted on attending all her appointments alone.

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