Page 143 of The Devil's Fire

Damiano buried his face into my neck, plastering small kisses on my skin as he laid next to me. He pulled me into his chest, immediately caressing my stomach again.

“You have lost weight.” He said unhappily when he felt my ribs.

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.” Damiano frowned.

“I know.” I gave a small smile. “I may have skipped a few meals, but it wasn’t intentional. I was just too busy and too tired.” I explained. At least now I know why I was tired all the time.

“You need to be more careful. Our baby needs to grow.”

Our baby.

His words had me smiling and a wave of butterflies erupted in me.

“I didn’t know I was pregnant at the time, but don’t worry, I will eat. Now I have an excuse to stuff my face all the time. I’m going to be so fat.” I chuckled.

“Good. The bigger you get, the happier I will be.” He smiled and placed a small kiss on my lips. “Hopefully, it’s going to be a mini version of you and with your green eyes.”

“Oh, are you sure you can handle two of me?” I teased with a smile.

“No, but I’m up for the challenge.” He said with a chuckle. “A girl or a boy, as long as the baby is healthy, I’ll be happy.”

I placed a hand on my stomach, a smile on my face as I imagined Damiano carrying a tiny baby in his arms.

“I’m going to shower you both in diamonds.” He whispered, placing a hand over mine.

“You can’t do that.” I laughed. “That is going to be one spoiled child!”

“Of course. That’s my baby. I’m going to make sure she is spoiled as hell, so she knows no one will ever be good enough for her.” Damiano smirked.

“I don’t think anyone would dare to approach her once they see you.” I chuckled, and he looked happy about it.

I rested my head on his chest as I traced his skull tattoo with my fingertips. It was a truly captivating work of art, the way the hooded skull wore a crown atop its head, its colossal angel wings adding an enchanting touch.

I raised my head, frowning as I stared at the crown, trying to figure out whether my eyes were playing tricks on me.

“Do you like it?” Damiano asked. My eyes widened.

“Damiano!” I gasped and looked at him in shock.

“Yes, my love?” He smiled softly. I looked back down and traced my fingers across the base of the imperial crown tattoo as I stared in shock at the new ink on his chest.

Αλθα?α

It was my name in Greek.

“You’re insane.” I said breathlessly.

Damiano looked satisfied, pulling me into a kiss that left me even more breathless.

“I told you, only for you, baby.”

forty-five

Damiano

I continued to gaze at her as she slept in my embrace. Finally, after so long, she was back where she belonged, in my arms, where she fit so perfectly.

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