Texting My Mafia Savior (Text Me You Love Me #11)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

ARRIANA

One Month Later

M e: I may have some news for you when you get home.

I type, giddy with excitement. I’m almost running around our apartment. There’s so much uncontainable energy in me.

Lilly grins at me from across the table. She doesn’t know all the details about what happened after Enzo tried it on with her in the club but has gathered enough to know how much Nico and I risked for our relationship. She’s heard my husband-to-be calling me Snapshot . She’s seen how much we love each other.

“Have you told him?” she asks.

“I can’t tell him over text , can I? Wait a sec. He’s texted me.”

Nico: Are you playing games with me, my angel? You’ve got my mind going to all kinds of creative places now. Does it involve what we were talking about last night?

“He’s essentially just guessed it,” I murmur, chewing my lip. “What do you think I should do?”

Lilly grins. “To me, it’s obvious. You two fell in love by texting each other. If you’d asked me before I saw you two together if that were possible, I would’ve said no way. But you’re proof. It works. I’ve never seen two people more in love. Why don’t we take a photo?”

I laugh. “With the pee stick?”

“You can use a paper towel to hold it. Go!”

Following her instructions, I grab a paper towel and wrap it around the pregnancy test. Lilly raises her phone and snaps a photo of me. She doesn’t have to say smile or cheese or anything like that. The positive test has kept my lips curved in a permanent smile since I saw it.

Me: How’s this for not playing games? You’re not just my love, my savior. You’re going to be a daddy now.

For once, texting isn’t enough.

A photo of him wearing a dapper suit appears on my screen as he calls me.