Chapter 112

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

“Wait, you’re what?!” Jada’s voice cracked sharply through the phone, her tone a mix of shock and disbelief.

Gen pulled the phone away from her ear, but the grin on her face only grew wider. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the petals of the bouquet Matteo had left on the kitchen island. She guessed he must have dropped them off before changing clothes and heading out to run errands.

“I’m…” she began cautiously.

“Pregnant?!” Jada’s voice rose an octave. “You’re not supposed to get pregnant before I do!”

Gen laughed softly. “Well, tell Louis to get moving then.”

Jada snorted. “Please, he keeps saying he’s not ready. Joke’s on him—I’m about to grab a toothpick and poke holes in his condoms before he even walks through the door.”