"Eight o' clock."

My eyes widened and the piece of pizza I bit fell from my mouth, "Fuck, you're pregnant?"

Alessandro furrowed his brows and looked at her with a questioning gaze and she shook her head, "I'm not pregnant and please watch your language at the dinner table."

I chewed on the piece of pizza that fell from my mouth earlier, "You can't be pregnant anyway, you're too old."

She glared at me but didn't say anything.

I slipped another piece into my mouth, "Why do you look so angry? You're already going through menopause and Alessandro is like sixty-something, the chances of you getting pregnant are 1 in a gazillion."

Alessandro looked away and confessed, "I'm forty-five."

My brows shot up in shock, "You're forty-five?" I stared at Grandma in disbelief, "You're dating someone that's twenty years younger than you?" 

I brought my fingers to my chin and thought for a second then my eyes widened, "You could've been his mom."