We sit in silence, just watching our newborn, simply sitting between us, until Sunny comes in barking orders. While she helps Rosario clean up, I call Lucas on a video chat.
“It’s about fucking time...Oh shit,” He hadn’t looked at the image on his screen right away, and when he does, all he sees is Willow’s tiny face.
“Meet your godsister.” He falls into a desk chair and covers his mouth.
“She’s beautiful.” I couldn’t agree more.
“Just like her mother.” We’re both silent for a moment, letting all the things that need to be discussed unsaid for just a moment longer.
“Now what? You have an heir. Is it over? Can you please come fucking home?” I sigh and flip the camera view to me.
“She’s the wrong gender.” He curses for both of us.
The Famgilia will never be led by a woman.
Chapter Fifteen
Rosario
Two weeks later
It’s been too calm.
New parents shouldn’t be enjoying the newborn period like we are. Where are all the sleepless nights and fuzzy crying that we can’t figure out how to stop? I hate feeling like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, but we’re not lucky people.
“I want to christen her.” I blurt out while eating a bowl of oatmeal.
“Alright. Here or back home?” Bruno calmly sips his morning coffee shirtless with Willow laying on his chest.
It’s one of the most sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
“Stop looking at me like that, sweetheart. You are off limits for another four weeks.” I pout, making him chuckle.
“Italy.” I enjoy the surprise in his eyes.
“Seriously? Are you tempting fate?” I shrugged and then put my spoon down with a long sigh.
“No, but I’d rather control the environment. You know they’ll come. Can’t you feel it?” Willow lets out a little whine, and Bruno pats her butt a few times until she settles.
“I do. It’s unusual that they haven’t intervened again.” I point at him with a smile.
“You did kill one of the last guys. Maybe they got the message.” He snorts and takes another sip of coffee.
“I doubt that.” The front doorbell rings, and I frown.
He stands, hands me the baby before grabbing a gun and walking calmly to the door. He checks the cameras and curses before opening to retrieve a white box with a red bow.
“De ja vu.” I whisper as he lays it in front of me on the table.
“I open the last one.” I wave at the present as I bounce Willow, who’s waking up for breakfast.
He pulls out a note and reads it outloud.
Congratulazioni per la bellissima bambina
You failed. Try again.
“How lovely,” I mock under my breath as I settle into the rocking chair to nurse Willow.
