When we started talking about having children, Christiano didn’t want to know anything about the matter. He said Asher would be his heir and refused to take a chance with my mental health.
It took some convincing on my part, and as I keep staring at them, I’m glad I won. I know Christiano and the rest of the families can protect Damian.
With Christiano’s help, I’ve learned to live life to the fullest instead of hiding from the world.
His love is so strong that it keeps my phobia at bay.
I pat Mom’s arm and whisper, “Take a photo of them, please.”
She quickly digs her phone out and takes a couple. “I’ll send them to your phone.” Setting her handbag down again, she asks, “Are you thirsty?”
When I nod, she pours me a glass of chilled water. While I drink some, she rubs my stomach again.
“That feels good.”
She arranges some of my strands of hair so they're not sticking up. “Do you need anything else?”
I shake my head. “I’m good.”
My mother-in-law comes in with a smoothie. “How’s the new mother doing?”
“Very well,” I answer.
She places the smoothie down beside me. “It’s your favorite.”
“Thank you.”
I watch as she moves closer to Christiano and fusses with her son and grandchild, hoping that will be me one day.
“It’s time for Sienna to get some rest,” Christiano announces.
Mom kisses my cheek before getting up, and when the women leave, Christiano comes to sit down beside me, holding Damian so I can see him. Lifting my hand, I gently brush my fingertips over his tiny hands.
“We did good,” I whisper.
“You did all the work, princess.” His eyes lock with mine, and they fill with a look of awe. “I love you both so much.”
I look at our son again before glancing back at Christiano. “And we love you.”
Christiano
“Careful,” I murmur as I place Damian in Asher’s arms.
My nephew sits frozen as he stares at my son. “Why does he sleep so much?”
“It’s a hard job being born,” I reply as I crouch in front of them.
Damian makes a fussing sound, then his eyes open. They’ve turned dark brown over the past couple of weeks.
“Hi, little man,” Asher says. “I’m your cousin.”
So cute.
“You know how Uncle Enzo is my underboss?” I ask as I place my hand on Asher’s shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“You’ll be Damian’s underboss.”
