{IVANNA}
Sergio is still in the shower, and I am starving.
Being pregnant and fucking that man has really taken it out of me tonight. I slide on my robe and leave our bedroom. There has to be leftover pasta somewhere in the fridge.
I hear arguing from the other wing as I start down the stairs. It sounds like Dasha and Alya. God, these two fighting are the last thing I need right now. I hurry toward Alya's bedroom and throw open the door.
They both start and spin toward me. The silence doesn't last, though, and they both begin talking simultaneously.
Lifting my hand, I cut them off and hiss, "Will you keep it down?"
Alya blurts, "Ivie—"
"Keep quiet," Dasha orders her sister.
I inhale and let it out slowly. "What is going on with you two?"
"I have to talk to you," Alya says, her expression troubled.
"About what? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Dasha says.
"We saw what was down there," Alya says.
