Mya Gomez pov:
"So what's going on?" I ask walking into a room full of mine and Antonio's men.
"We found him." My dad says looking at me with a smile on his face.
"So what the fuck are we still standing here for?" I question jumping up from the seat I sat in.
"First of all who's we? You're not going anywhere." My dad says pushing me back down in to my seat.
"I'm going." I say in stern voice.
"Honey you're six's months pregnant , Antonio will kill us all." My mothers says in a soft voice.
"Well-" I was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing.
"What the fuck do you want?" I say answering the phone.
"He's awake." I hear Antonio's mother say.
"He's what?" I say trying not to cry in-front of all these men.
"He's awake mya and he's asking for you."
"Ok-ok." I say stuttering over my words getting up out of the seat.
"What's- what's going on mya?" My mother questions as I hang up the phone.
"He's awake." I whisper.
"I've got to go." I say tears starting to run down my face.
"Hey hey calm down let me drive you." My dad says pulling me back to him.
"Let's go then." I say pulling my arm away and walking fast to my car.
He's finally awake I've waited months for the moment.
What am I supposed to say to him?
Is going to be excited for this baby?
Omg the baby.
He doesn't know.
Oh my god.