It was a daunting question I had considered from the moment Kimberly had whispered about leaving the room so I could take care of myself. Apparently, she was worried I was going to faint, and that would be the last thing she needed. “I’m not going to faint,” I persisted, never taking my eyes off my baby’s. “I’m fine.” “What if you’re not fine?” she yelled. She finally got my undivided attention. Dragging my eyes from Gian Luca, I spun around and stared at the woman who seemed to be on the verge of tears and, quite possibly, a mild break down. “There’s no need to worry about me, Kim. I promise you, all right? Give me more time to be here. I haven’t had my fill of him yet …” If she dared ask me to leave after she had gotten my help, I would be devastated. She wouldn’t do that, would she? “No … You don’t understand …” She adamantly shook her head, leaving her tears to stream down her pale face.
