Page 543 of Reign

His eyes move over my face.

Then he smiles.

Something in me softens. “Hey.”

He makes a sound that means absolutely nothing and somehow still feels conversational.

Elena leans against the edge of my desk, watching us.

Massimo has Adriana’s eyes.

I think.

Maybe Angelo’s mouth.

At five months old, it’s probably too early to tell anything with certainty.

Still, I find myself studying him.

Castillo and Amato blood have already made this.

What will ours look like?

A little girl with Elena’s dark hair and my eyes. A boy with her smile.

Would they be small like her?

Have her attitude?

Dios me ayude si heredan su actitud.

I look at my wife.

She catches me staring.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Her eyes narrow. She knows better.

I look back at Massimo before she can start asking questions.

One day.

Elena watches me. “I’ve been thinking about Florida.”

My attention shifts from Massimo to her.

“Florida?”

“Yeah.” She runs her fingers over the edge of my desk. “I think we should move.”

“Really?”

“Why do you sound shocked?”

“I thought you’d fight me on it.”