“You’re going to be a mom?” he says.
“Gus,” I say, the nervous laughter bubbling up again. “You do realize it’s yours, right?”
“I mean, I assumed.”
“You’re,” I say, “going to be a dad.”
christian threatening never to let gianna out of their room cuz she parted his hair, laughed like a little kid and took a pic (he enjoyed it secretely)
you are morana. my morana. you're the girl i killed for and you're the woman i'd die for. you are mine and you are exactly where you're supposed to be.