Sweet Mistake ✔

Chapter 11

I looked down at the dish in front of me then licked my lips. This is the first time I've ever been eager to eat spaghetti, but it wasn't just regular spaghetti, It's Carbonara. 

"I guess you approve." I lift my eyes off the plate and looked at Andre who was hovering over me. 

I smiled, "It looks delicious!"

He smirks then looked down at the dish, "Taste it."

"Okay, but you to stop hovering over me, first. I don't like people watching me eat."  

  He shrugged but moved away to sit at the seat in front of me. He rests his hands on his knees, "I love watching you eat. It's a wonderful sight."

I raised my eyebrows at him, what could be wonderful about seeing someone stuff their face.

He smiled, "Correction, I love watching you eat the food I cook."

  "Well, of course, you watch, you want to know if the poison worked," I said with a smirk. It's always fun to make fun of Andrea's cooking since his reactions were priceless.

"And yet after eighteen years, I'm still waiting for the poison to work."

I rolled my eyes at his comeback, "You can't get rid of me so easy."

He gave me a look I couldn't quite explain, "Who said the poison was to kill you?"

I didn't understand what he meant so I rolled my eyes, "Can I eat my Carbonara now?"

"Si', vai avanti." he replied. Ever since he found out I spoke his mother tongue he hasn't stopped speaking Italian, not that I mind since he sounded so sexy. 

  I took up the handle of the fork then twist some of the spaghetti around it then lift it to my mouth.  I moaned as soon as it touched my tongue. I could taste the cheese and seasonings and it tasted amazing. As I slowly chew I lift my head to look at Andrea who was smiling. For the past week,  Andrea has been staying home since he didn't want any more of those fake contractions happening again. He wanted to be there every step of the way. He no longer allows me to do anything except shower, eat and watch tv. Everything else he does himself. He was treating me like an egg, not I mine being pampered. I loved it, especially since he was just a good cook. I swear I've gained at least five extra pounds since the first lasagne. 

  I felt a sudden kick so I looked down at my tummy and smile. "She's kicking isn't she?" I nodded my head at Andrea without looking at him.  It's always a precious sight to see when she kicks, it wasn't the best feeling but it showed she's healthy. 

   Andrea quickly stood from his seat and came in front of me. He moved the chair away from the table with eased then bent in front me. He looked down at my moving stomach in awe. 

  "Ehi, tesoro." he spoke in Italian to my stomach. This was something he did every time she kicked and every time he did it my heart would just feel weird. "Stai bene li' dentro?" he paused as if he was waiting for her to respond then he added.  "Papà ti ama," even though he's whispered his love to our unborn child so many times I still couldn't shake the feeling in my heart. Why couldn't our marriage be a real one? Why couldn't he love me just as much as he love our baby?

    Understanding her papa, she kicked causing Andrea to laugh. She knew him and whenever he spoke to her she went crazy. The bond between them was strong, imagine when she arrives. 

Andrea turned into my eyes as he gave me a genuinely happy smile. He stared at me in an odd way, I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking. He slowly lifts himself a little off the ground and was kneeling. His face was so close I could feel his breath against my skin.