"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Tino walked into the kitchen in casual wear.

"I don't know. Daniel's somewhere in the world and Micah's kinda still...you know and he's most probably with Lauren." I say as I tasted the sauce.

Today I decided cook for Tino seeing that he's a terrible cook and I'm not in the mood for the chef's food.

I've decided to make spicy Italian pasta with spicy meatballs. And for some reason I've been seriously eating a good amount of spicy foods that has lots of meat.

"Why you asking? You heading home for Thanksgiving?" I stop short in my steps when I feels the sharp pain in my stomach.

They're moving. Again.

It's been two weeks since they first kicked and they haven't stopped since.

They can kick about three times a day and it never goes unnoticed because they kick really hard.

"Are they kicking again?" He asked and I nodded my head as I took slow steady breaths to subside the pain.

"But look." Tino pointed at my tummy and it was the craziest and scariest thing you see when this happens. You could actually see they're legs poking at my stomach.

"It's always crazy seeing this when they kick." I say with a smile.

"It is crazy." He places his hand on my tummy. "Do you they're fighting in there?" He asked as we watched the legs and arms poking out crazily.

I chuckled. "It's possible." I shrugged and looked down at my moving belly and frowned.

I've definitely gotten a lot bigger since two weeks ago.

I'm only five months but I probably look like I'm eight months. My belly is even starting to fall out front.

Soon I'm going to have to pick my tummy up when I walk.

"What's wrong?" I sighed. "I'm just getting really huge at this point." I explained and Tino chuckled.

"Seriously we're you the one who was complaining about a tiny stomach almost two months ago?" He closed the distance between us but my belly still put a good amount of distance between.

"Yeah but now I don't like being fat. And don't you think it's weird that I haven't gained any fat in any other part on my body but my stomach and breast?" I whined. "And why the fudge is my right breast so much bigger than the left?" I almost yelled.

That breast thing has really been bothering me for the past week. I hadn't noticed it before but it's really starting to disturb me.

"Calm down. I don't care whether you're getting fat or that breast is bigger than the other because I love them both. Big or small but mostly when they're big." He smirked at the last part and I playfully slapped his chest.

"Okay. Let me finish up this pasta and we can dine." I say and the doorbell rings.

We both look at each other.

"You expecting someone?" I ask because this is his house and my friends are in a different state.

"Not that I remember, no. But I'll go and see who it is." He pointed to the foyer's direction and I nodded.

He headed on to see who's at the door and I finished cooking the pasta and put the food in huge bowls.

I think I made a little too much.

I thought and shrugged as I placed the pots in the sink and cleaned up in the kitchen.

What's taking Tino so long?

I head to the foyer to find no one and followed the voices coming from the living room.

When I entered the room I found Tino with a woman that looked like him a bit and...Marilyn?

I'm guessing the woman who looks like Tino is his mother.

I've never seen his parents before despite going to school together but now that I see her I now understand why Tino's so breathtakingly handsome.

"Sweetie, can you please get me a glass of whiskey on the rocks thank you." She orders to me I'm assuming. Her accent was surprisingly not American, Italian to say.

I think she thinks I work for Tino because I'm wearing a cute black and white dress because it was one of the few things that fit my growing frame.

"Mama, she's not a maid." Tino stepped in.

"Harley Snart." I put my hand out and she stared at it with a...sneer?

She turns to Marilyn with a raised eyebrow.

"Is she the la puttana?"

"Woah, close the babies' ears. Language, Ma." Tino looks at his mother with a bewildered expression.

I'm also shocked and mostly offended. I know enough Italian to know that 'la puttana' mean slut, whore, harlot, all to conclude. She called me a whore.

"What?" She raised her hands like she's innocent and I found myself laughing hysterically, drawing everyone's attention to me.

"I'm sorry it's just we've barely met but you're already called me a loose-can." I sigh. "I'll just go and set the table. Join us for dinner if you like. I made a little too much." I head to the dining room and start setting the large table for people.

As I set the table I can't help but chuckle at Tino's mother's bluntness and also how conniving Marilyn is trying to be.

Once I've set the table, Tino, his mother and Marilyn walk in.

We take our seat with Tino seated at the head and me next to him on on side, his mother on the other and Marilyn next to Tino's mother.

I start to dish up and Tino's mom slaps my hand.

I stare at her with a questionable look and she says "we don't eat without saying grace first."

I bite back any comment and nod.

We close our eyes and hold hands as Tino's mother prays for the food.

Once she says amen I look at her expectantly and she dishes up for everyone including myself.

She fills up their plates with plenty of food and leaves me with a small plate of food like I'm a teenager on a diet.

I look at Tino and he looks at my plate then at my raised eyebrows and sighs.

He switches our plates and I mouth a "thank you.", which he responds to with a kiss on my cheek getting a glare from his mother to me.

"Tell me why you're here? Marilyn said something about you being pregnant with my son's child but I don't believe that." She glared at me the whole time she speaks.

"Mrs. Princely, I'm sorry to ruin your beliefs but I actually am pregnant with Tino's babies." I emphasize the babies which only makes her glare grow harder but I don't squirm.

"You're lying. What do you want? Money? We can negotiate a good deal for you to have enough to take care of your babies." She bargains and I look at Tino who looks at me with an apologetic look.

"Mama, stop it." Tino deadpans and she raises her hands up in defense.

"Can we just eat at least." He saud and she shrugged.

We dug into the food and god the food is amazing.

Just the perfect type of spicy. You'd think I went to India to play with the spices and came back to make the Italian that spicy.

"This is amazing." Mrs. Princely said and looked to me with a mischievous smirk. "Can you cook, Harley?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Actually she made the food." Tino answers for me proudly.

"Oh God this food is so spicy. I don't like it. I hate it." Marilyn dramatically sips her water as she fans her lips with her hand.

"She's right. It's horrible." Mrs. Princely pushes her plate away from her. "Sweetie could you get Marilyn some milk." She looks at Tino sweetly.

Tino nods and stands up and heads to the kitchen. "Go with him sweetheart." She says to Marilyn who leaves still in pain from the spicy food.

And now it's just us.

Mrs. Princely and me.

She turns to me with a scowl.

"I don't like you." She gets straight to it.

"I can see." I say as I continue eating.

I'm not wasting spicy food.

"What do you want? I can give you money." She also continues eating and internally smirk.

"I don't need money because I'm financially stable. I'm not a billionaire like Valentino but I'm far richer than Marilyn. Some people call me a millionaire but I say 'call me what you want, because my bank account speaks for itself.'" I shrug as I finish up my pasta and leave the meatballs for last.

"How are you sure that Valentino's the father of your baby?"

"Because unlike a la puttana, I don't go around sleeping with men. Marilyn on the other hand cheated on Valentino with a married nobody." I shrug.

"She explained herself and we'll know who's the father of her baby because she's going to take a DNA test. What about you? Are you going to take a paternity test?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"I don't need one but we could definitely arrange that when the babies are born, we can take a test. Hopefully that'll me you sleep better." I finish up my plate.

I stand up and start cleaning up the table.

"How far you? You look like you're about to pop any moment." She sneers.

"Come on, Mrs. Princely. You didn't have to go out of your way to compliment me. And I'm five months pregnant." I head and to the kitchen.

When I walk in, I find the last thing to pull my string.

Marilyn and Tino kissing.