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As if on cue, the speaker on Fia’s nightstand erupted in furious cries.

Proving that only one person was an exception to that rule.

I stilled hilt deep in my wife and stared down at her, watching as her lips tipped down in disappointment but her eyes smiled.

“She’s demanding,” she said, petting my shoulders.

“Like her mama,” I teased, running my nose down the side of hers. “Rain check?”

“Bonnie will get her,” she said, and not even thirty seconds later there was a creak as the door opened and the soft, cooing voice of our housekeeper filled the room.

I reached for the speaker, turned off the volume, and tossed it to the ground just to hear Fia laugh.

“Now, we can take some time,” I threatened before I rolled to my back with my cock still wedged inside her and slapped her sweet ass. “Show me just how much you love your husband.”

Fiammetta

One year later

There was a little park a few blocks away from Edgemont House that I had never noticed until Luca and I had Giada Francesca Ferretti. Parenthood was funny that way, things I had never taken note of in my life suddenly seemed obvious and important.

The moment I’d realized I was pregnant, just weeks after Dario died, it was because Luca had showed up at my office with a bottle of blue Gatorade, my favorite, though I’d never told him as much, and a bag from the pharmacy.

“I think you should take a test,” he’d told me calmly as he dumped the plastic sack on my desk to reveal five different brands of pregnancy tests.

I’d laughed even though I was struck dumb by the fact he was right.

I hadn’t gotten a period that last month even though I took the placebos in my birth control pack. It had been easy to dismiss it as stress, given everything that happened with Carla, the Sicilians, realizing my brother was still alive, and losing Dario.

“Your breasts have been sore, and you’re not sleeping right,” Luca continued. “Insomnia can be an early sign of pregnancy.”

I stared at the pregnancy tests, a pit opening up in my stomach at the idea that I could be pregnant.

And I wouldn’t know if it was Luca’s or Dario’s baby.

I’d slept with them both in the same time frame it was likely, if I was pregnant, that I had conceived in.

My hand shook as I plucked a test off the desk and went to the bathroom.

Luca broke the lock on the door when he shouldered it open a minute after I didn’t answer his inquiries, moving straight to me to wrap his arms around my middle and stare down at the test window with me.

“His or mine,” he breathed in my ear before kissing my neck. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

A sob had slipped from my mouth, something like relief and hope that had bubbled up like toxic gas in my belly.

When the screen flashed with a happy smiley face, I’d dissolved into tears as Luca picked me up in his arms and carried me back into the office so he could sit with me in his lap in my desk chair.

“Are you happy?” I asked through my tears, pressing my wet face into his neck.

We weren’t ready to be parents.

Only six weeks after Carla’s attempted coup, we were still pulling the Outfit back together and working with Ricco to solidify our connections to Sicily. Luca had killed more than a few men who turned out to be Carla’s, and I’d successfully found a way to blame the fire and Felipe’s murder on Niccolo with some help from some friends. But there was still so much to do.

Being king and queen instead of the knight and the princess was a serious step up in responsibility. One I knew we both secretly flourished with.

Not to mention, we were still grieving Dario.

Sometimes, I woke up thinking I’d only been married to one man and that Dario was alive somewhere in the house, I just had to find him.