06

Lorenzo's POV

Zia haven't spoken to me like this before, I felt disrespected and didn't know how to react to her rude response.

I didn't know why I was angry but felt bad.

Sophia had called me and she is coming over.

I was taunted the looks of things. Zia coming out of Raymond's car last night was the toughest thing ever happened to me.

Zia could fuck any other Dick but not Raymond's. Raymond is fucking half-brother to me. She knew it, yet alighting out of his car like it means nothing.

Sophia arrived later, as we sits down on the couch. Her smiles were different. Happy filled smile that drown my heart instantly.

"Baby, I have good news for you. Guess what?" Sophia said with a smile.

"Come on, you know Sofi, I don't know how to guess. Can you please tell me?" I replied, my tone a mix of curiosity and impatience.

Sophia leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm pregnant, Lorenzo! We're going to have a baby!" Her words hung in the air like a spell, momentarily silencing the room.

"Oh my goodness! This damn a good news darling." I said kissing her lip. It was soft like soft couch.

Just then, Zia walked in, her heart racing as she caught the tail end of Sophia's announcement. I don't know how to react but it'd be great as she met this big announcement.

Maybe she would finally find the rightful thing.

"Congratulations on your new family," Zia said bitterly, her voice trembling. "I hope you enjoy the life you’ve chosen."

Sophia smirked, "Oh, Zia, don’t be so dramatic. You should be used to being the second choice by now."

My expression hardened as I turned to Zia. "You really think anyone cares about your feelings right now? You’ve embarrassed me enough already."

Zia's heart sank further. She felt invisible in their twisted celebration. With tears brimming in her eyes, she turned away and left the room, unable to bear their taunts any longer.

Sitting on the couch with Sophia, I felt a rush of exhilaration.

I don't care what happened to Zia. That is her own business.

Her news had flipped my world upside down, and I couldn't help but bask in the warmth of our moment together. “So, you’re really pregnant?” I asked, a grin spreading across my face. “What are we going to do with a baby?”

Sophia laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, first things first, we need to pick out names! I was thinking something classic like ‘Lorenzo Jr.’ for a boy.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No way! That’s too much pressure for the poor kid. What if he turns out to be a total disaster? Imagine the headlines: ‘Lorenzo Jr. Fails Spectacularly!’”

Sophia rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, fine! How about something cute then? Like ‘Leo’ or ‘Lola’?”

“Lola sounds good,” I said, leaning back and crossing my arms. “But let’s be honest, we should probably focus on the essentials first—like diapers and baby food. You know how expensive that stuff can be?”

“True,” she replied, nodding seriously. “And don’t forget the baby clothes! I mean, have you seen those tiny outfits? They’re adorable! I can already picture our little one in a cute onesie.”

“Yeah, and then they’ll spit up all over it,” I smirked. “But hey, at least we’ll have some great I*******m photos to show off!”

Sophia laughed again, her laughter infectious. “Right? We’ll be the envy of all our friends with our perfect little family. Just imagine—playdates, birthday parties...”

“And endless chores,” I added with a mock sigh. “You know that means you’ll have to handle diaper duty while I take care of the fun stuff.”

“Excuse me?” she shot back playfully. “I’m not doing all the dirty work! This is a team effort, remember?”

“Fine, fine,” I relented, raising my hands in surrender. “I’ll change diapers if you promise to handle the midnight feedings.”

“Deal!” she said with a triumphant smile.

As we continued bantering back and forth about baby names and responsibilities, I felt lighter than I had in ages. The tension from earlier seemed to fade away as we envisioned our future together.

“Okay, but seriously,” Sophia said after a moment of laughter subsided. “What if it’s twins? We need to prepare for that possibility.”

“Twins?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in mock horror. “You’re trying to give me a heart attack here! One baby is enough chaos for now!”

She giggled again, leaning closer to me. “I’m just saying we should be ready for anything! But if it is twins, we might need a bigger car.”

“A minivan?” I grimaced at the thought.

“Yes!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. “Picture it: you driving our minivan full of kids while I sit next to you looking fabulous.”

I shook my head with a smirk. “I can’t believe we’re already planning our lives around babies and minivans.”

“It’s what couples do!” she teased. “And besides, think about all the adventures we can have as a family!”

Her excitement was contagious; I found myself imagining family outings—trips to the park, beach vacations, and birthday parties filled with laughter.

“You know what?” I said suddenly, feeling bold. “Let’s make a promise right now: no matter what happens with Zia or anyone else, we’ll focus on us and this baby.”

Sophia’s expression softened as she nodded earnestly. “Absolutely! We’re in this together—no distractions.”

I cuddled her closer and kissed her belly.

*

That evening, after Sophia left, the atmosphere in the house felt heavy. Zia stood in the doorway, her expression a mix of hurt and confusion. I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I asked, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

“What do you mean?” she replied, trying to keep her composure.

“Oh, come on. You must have loved watching me celebrate my future,” I shot back, relishing the discomfort I was causing her.

“Lorenzo, I—”

“Save it,” I interrupted. “You don’t get to lecture me about family when you’re just a placeholder in my life.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t respond. Good. I didn’t want to hear her pathetic excuses.

“Honestly, Zia,” I continued, “you should be grateful I even let you stay here. You think anyone else would put up with you?”

“I’m still your wife,” she murmured, but there was no strength in her voice.

“Wife? Please. You’re just a reminder of what I’m trying to escape,” I said coldly. “You should have known better than to expect loyalty from me.”

Zia looked down, tears pooling in her eyes. “I never asked for this.”

“Yet here we are,” I replied dismissively. “Maybe if you were more interesting, I wouldn’t need to look elsewhere.”

She stood there like nothing was wrong or perhaps had nothing to say.

She walked off, I felt no remorse—only satisfaction at having put her in her place once again.