Evelyn's POV

"What if you're carrying my baby? What if you got pregnant after that day we made love?" he said, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.

"But..." I began to protest, still processing his words, but Antonio didn’t let me finish. He scooped me up in a bridal style again, his strength and determination palpable.

He quickly dressed both of us, his hands moving with a practiced efficiency. He picked out a soft, comfortable dress for me, carefully slipping it over my head, while he threw on a casual shirt and jeans. His eyes never left mine, a mixture of excitement and concern swirling in his gaze.

As...