Page 542 of Reign

I would know.

Maybe that doesn’t make sense. I don’t care.

My sister is alive.

She has to be.

The door opens. I close the report before looking up. Elena walks into my office with a baby balanced on her hip.

Seeing her eases some of the weight immediately.

She looks beautiful.

There’s something about seeing her like this that gets me every fucking time.

Massimo has one hand wrapped in the fabric of her shirt while Elena supports him against her side like she’s been doing it her entire life.

I want this with her.

One of our own.

“Is that my nephew?”

Elena smiles. “Our nephew wanted to say hello.”

“Did he?”

“No. But I did.”

Better.

I push away from my desk as she comes closer.

“How’re you surviving both of them?”

“Violet is finally asleep.” Elena shifts Massimo higher on her hip. “This one has decided naps are beneath him.”

I look at him.

Massimo looks back at me with absolutely no remorse.

“He’s five months old. He has important things to do.”

“Apparently.”

“Maybe he’ll discover naps when he’s six months old.”

“Like Violet.” Elena sighs dreamily. “Violet understands schedules. She’s so much like Santo. I love her for it.”

I laugh. “That may be the first time anyone has said they love someone for being like Santo.”

“Vasilisa probably has.”

“Her opinions are questionable.”

Elena laughs as I reach for Massimo.

He comes to me easily, settling against my chest while I rub a hand over his back.