We were overwhelmed with joy from the moment we found out I was expecting twins. When we shared the news with our family, Mom and Dad were thrilled. Mommy, in particular, had a lot of advice for me, which I kept in mind.
Even though I have some food aversions and heightened sensitivity to smells, it hasn’t been too difficult. Gio is incredibly supportive and caters to my every whim. However, there seems to be a mismatch between my expectations for this pregnancy and what I’m experiencing. I’m incredibly emotional, and even something as simple as killing a mosquito can lead to tears, as just happened now.
I got into a heated argument with Gio when I caught him chatting with two girls while I was in the washroom. We are currently on vacation at a beach resort, and my insecurities and jealousy have reached their peak.
“Thank you,” the girl said with a flirtatious tone. I had no idea what they were discussing since I had just come out of the restroom.
I immediately gripped Gio’s arm. Both women were in bikinis, which further fueled my anger. I can’t wear such outfits anymore; I’ve gained so much weight due to my pregnancy, and my belly is growing. Even though I’m in beach attire, it’s nothing like it used to be.
I held onto Gio even tighter, glaring at the two women who were eyeing me. I wondered if I could poke their eyes out.
“What do you need from my husband?” I tried hard to stay calm. I didn’t want them to think I was jealous or affected by them, even though they clearly had their eyes on my husband. Well, who wouldn’t be attracted to Gio?
They just rolled their eyes and ignored me. I was on the verge of losing my temper, but I still didn’t engage with me. They said their goodbyes to Gio, completely disregarding my presence as if I weren’t there.
I separated from Gio and gave him a stern look. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.
“Hey, it’s not what you thi-”
“You weren’t talking to anyone else, were you? Why were you talking to those two girls? Is it because they’re in bikinis?” I was saying exactly what I mentioned earlier, about being overly emotional, especially when it came to Gio. I’m the type who will suspect he’s looking at someone, even if he’s not, and I’ll confront him.
I’m so insecure that I can’t pinpoint where it’s coming from. I guess I just feel really unattractive.
Tears were already streaming down my face. Gio approached me, but I pushed him away.
“Maybe if I’m not by your side, you’d just talk to any random girl. Perhaps you want to find someone prettier, because I’m not beautiful anymore!”
Is there a switch to turn off pregnancy moodiness? Where can I find it? I wish I could turn it off sometimes because I have no control over my emotions when it comes to Gio. I want all of his attention to be on me. I don’t want to share it with anyone else.
For the second time, he came closer, but I moved away and avoided his touch.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Let me touch you, Millie. Don’t push me away. Let’s talk.”
“Go talk to your girls. I hate you.”
I noticed the darkening of Gio’s gaze. His jaw tightened, and he moved swiftly towards me. I didn’t manage to avoid him before he lifted me. Despite the apparent aggression in his actions, I could feel Gio’s concern in every move he made.
“Put me down!”
“No, not until we’re in our room, so you cannot escape me.”
Gio walked back to our hotel room. We had plans for the day, but due to my jealousy, it seemed those plans might be ruined. Maybe Gio would prefer it if I didn’t come along. Perhaps he’d enjoy himself more without a jealous wife.
Gosh, what’s wrong with me?
He took the keycard and opened our suite. He entered the room and gently placed me on the bed. I tried to leave, but he pinned me down.
My two hands were held down by one of Gio’s hands, above my head. I took a deep breath and looked away from Gio. When I closed my eyes, tears welled up once again.
“The two girls just asked for directions. I had no intention of talking to them or engaging with them. I thought they wouldn’t leave me alone if I didn’t answer their question. I have no interest in them, Millie.”
Gio let out a frustrated sigh. He had been extremely patient with me. Normally, he wouldn’t tolerate this senseless argument or issue, but he understood that my pregnancy had me acting this way, and he always tried to be understanding, even when I couldn’t make sense of myself.
“I’m not talking to any other woman. I’m not looking at any other woman. Whenever you’re not with me, I always think about you. My mind is always filled with thoughts of you.”
With his free hand, he gently stroked my face and wiped away my tears. I bit my lip, calming down at his words and his touch.
“I feel so insecure, Gio.” I’ve mustered the courage to speak up. “I feel like I’m not attractive in your eyes anymore, and I’m afraid that one day I’ll wake up, and you won’t want me anymore. I’m scared, and I can’t stop these thoughts. I don’t want to be jealous, but I can’t help it. My negative thoughts always prevail. Even though I tell myself I shouldn’t feel this way, I can’t help it.”
Gio placed his forehead against mine and gently kissed the tip of my nose.
“I know, and I understand, Millie. That’s why I always assure you, right? I won’t ever trade you for anyone. You’ll always be the most beautiful woman in my eyes, no one can compare to you.”
The feelings I had earlier suddenly dissipated, and it seemed like I had been making a fuss for no reason.
“Sorry,” I blurted out. “I didn’t want to be angry with you.”
Gio seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at my words. He nodded, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. He didn’t show it, but because I could read Gio’s emotions, I knew something was still bothering him.
“Now, say that you didn’t mean it,” he instructed, a shadow darkening his expression. “That you hate me.”
My jaw dropped as I hadn’t expected that particular phrase from all the things I’d said earlier.
I smiled at Gio. “I love you. I didn’t mean to say those words.”
Gio’s face finally lightened up. He brought his face close to mine and kissed my lips. His kisses always reassured me of his love and washed away the negative feelings I was experiencing.
I’m always with Gio wherever he goes, as long as it doesn’t involve things I can’t do because of my pregnancy. Today, we were at Raffaele’s house, but unfortunately, Chloe and her mother were out shopping.
“I was going to deliver this myself. You are the last one to receive the invitation, even though you’re the boss.” Raffaele laid an elegant invitation in front of us. Their other cousins were also present.
Gio took it. The invitation was black with their family seal in gold at the center. The invitation alone exuded opulence and power.
“Thanks,” Gio said with restraint. “I’m often with my wife, so it’s natural I didn’t receive it yet. That’s why I entrusted it to you, Raffaele, right?”
Raffaele didn’t say anything and just shrugged.
I was still looking at the invitation, curious about its contents. I asked Gio if I could open it, and he allowed me.
While the cousins were engrossed in conversation, I opened the invitation. My eyes widened as I saw that it was an invitation to celebrate the establishment of their organization.
“Did you already prepare your speech for that occasion, Gio?” Valerio asked his cousin.
I listened to their conversation but also examined the invitation.
“Yes, all set,” Gio replied briefly, and the topic soon shifted to other aspects of the celebration.
Raffaele then asked about my pregnancy. “Gio, how’s Millie’s pregnancy going? On a scale of 1 to 10, how difficult is it?” There was a hint of concern in Raffaele’s voice, which made me smile.
“I’m not having a hard time at all.”
I looked at Gio. “Liar! I know he’s struggling, but he just won’t admit it, or maybe it’s because I’m here.”
“I just don’t like it when Millie cries.” My husband’s hand brushed my thigh, but my resentment toward him didn’t waver. “I can give her everything she wants, I can endure her scolding and whatever she says to me, but I can’t handle it when she’s crying and bawling her eyes out. That’s when I struggle.” He gave me a sidelong glance before smiling. “But I’m happy because I know it’s a sign of her pregnancy.”
“Damn, I never thought I’d see Gio smile like that,” I laughed as Raffaele cursed.
“Get used to it from now on,” Taddeo retorted. Arcel was also here, but he remained quiet, grinning to himself, clearly lost in thought.