"Wouldn't expect you to." Luca said. "Just be beautiful, pregnant and entirely mine. Donna." he winked.
Vee pinched the bridge of her nose. "Did you at least buy the supplies for the barbecue?"
Luca went still. Her hand dropped. The silence answered before he did.
"Luca."
"Shit," he said with a wince. "I forgot."
"That was the whole point of you leaving home. You left this house with one mission. One. Food for the barbecue. And you came back with a truck full of purple baby furniture?"
"It was on the way."
"The baby store was on the way to the butcher?"
"I got excited."
"What am I going to do with you?" she asked.
Luca stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Love me?"
She jabbed a finger into his chest. "I love that you are excited, but when I ask you to pick shit up, you pick that shit up," Vee said.
"Language, babe," Luca said.
