Page 175 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“I miss you.” Christine sobs through a laugh. “So much.”

“Where did I go?” Blue frowns, sleepy.

“Nowhere.” Christine smiles, raining more kisses on her.

Blue’s eyes drift past her toward me.

“Robert?” She lifts her tiny hand weakly.

Something caves inward in my chest immediately.

Christine turns slowly, our eyes meeting.

“She wants you,” she whispers.

I move, my heart slamming in my chest at the rarity of the moment.

I've never had a child come back to life.

Christine adjusts to the side for me to reach the bed.

Blue’s tiny arms are around my neck.

And that it destroys me in the best fucking way possible.

I gather her against my chest carefully, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other holds her small body closer like my life depends on it.

Maybe it does.

She’s warm. Real. Breathing. Alive.

My eyes shut briefly as all of that melts back into my bones with terrifying clarity.

Blue pulls back first, enough to look at me properly, her tiny hands still hooked loosely around my neck while I keep one arm firm around her back like letting go is physically impossible now.

“I had a dream,” she announces seriously.

“Of course you did.” Christine laughs wetly beside us, wiping at her face again.

“There was a goat.” Her voice still sounds sleepy but she’s talking.

God, she’s talking.

“A big goat?” Aisha asks, still crying and smiling at the same time.

“Yes.” Blue nods solemnly. “And dangerous.”

“What made the goat dangerous?” Atelia asks carefully, as if this is critical information.

“It knew karate.”

I feel Christine shake beside me from laughter.

“And there was a tree too,” she explains, gesturing weakly with one hand. “But the tree was rude.”

“Again?” Aisha gasps dramatically. “Not another disrespectful tree.”

Blue sighs heavily, as if she’s exhausted by the lack of manners in nature.