Will laughed at the memory, making me smile. I could picture it, honestly. A cute little moment of bliss and terror. Like how I feel with Otti most of the time. Bliss because... well, she's Otti. And terror, because I feel like it's all going to be ripped away from me.
"Malcolm was a little shocked, and I got my a.ss beat thoroughly for knocking up a mafia princess," Will continued. "After he realized that I was serious about Fiona, that I wanted to propose... he finally had an actual talk with me. However, I was terrified almost constantly for a few years after that. It got worse when Eli was born. I didn't start to feel better until Fiona got pregnant with Kieran."
My eyes widened.
"That's like... what? Six, seven years?" I asked incredulously.
Will nodded without looking at me.
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