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I hold onto her, and we lay like that for the rest of the flight watching cheesy movies and cuddling until the plane lands.

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I wake up with blissful flashbacks of Paris, and our night on the jet, in my mind.

Emelia is already up and in the shower. I consider joining her, but before I can move my body, I hear the water turn off. Instead, I watch her lazily as she comes through in her towel.

“Buongiorno,” she sings at me. Her morning mood is one of the best I’ve ever seen.

“Buongiorno,” I groan back, still half asleep. I watch her drop the towel and lather moisturizer all over her naked body. “Come back to bed.” I say, feeling my cock rise in excitement, wanting her all over again.

She pouts. “I can’t.”

She must notice what she’s doing to me because she quickly steps into her underwear and jeans, and throws a top over her head.

“I have to go and meet Grazia for breakfast. I promised her.”

She smiles at me, and I can’t even get upset. I do want her to keep her promises to my sister. If and when we ever do tell Grazia about what’s happening, I’d like her blessing.

Emelia leaves and I brew some coffee and make a call. Emelia and I spoke last night about her car giving her troubles and I want to make sure that she has a safer way to get around. Especially after her being seen with me in Mexico, I can’t afford for her to be stuck on the side of the road, alone, with a broken-down car.

I call my guy down at the car dealership and arrange for one of their newer cars to be dropped at her house later today.

Some would call this spoiling her, after the flowers and the perfume, but I appreciate her patience with me and the care she gave to Nonna.

I had never seen it before, and perhaps it was her age, but Emelia is a very wise woman. She’s not soft and gentle like Grazia, but her stubbornness and "hardness" is really because of how strong she is.

There’s nothing that I’ve told her in the past weeks that has shocked or scared her.

That’s the type of person I need near me, it’s the kind of woman Nonna was, and it’s the kind of trusting relationship I’ve always hoped I’d find.

Chapter Sixteen

Emelia

The two pink lines stare up at me from the bathroom counter.

I instinctively touch my belly with one hand, and look at myself in the mirror. Luca has spoiled me so much lately, and he doesn’t even know yet that he’s about to become a father.

I can only imagine how happy our life is going to be together, just the three of us. I will help him make the business his, just as he wants it to be, and in return, I’ll be the one who gets to fall asleep next to Luca Baldini each night.

Putting the pregnancy test in my bag, I walk out of the bathroom and find my father sitting at the kitchen counter reading the newspaper.

“Morning, Daddy,” I say, pouring us both a cup of coffee and sitting down opposite him.

It’s not often that he’s even at home during the morning hours, so it’s good to see him taking a bit of a break. Plus, I haven’t had any time to let him in on what’s been happening since the flower delivery, and I feel like so much has changed for the better since then.

“Morning, Em. How’d you sleep?” He puts the newspaper down to chat and I know this is the best time to catch him up on everything with Luca.

“Not too bad.” This was the first night I had slept at home in a while, and it almost felt strange. Being in Luca’s bed—whether at his bachelor pad or in Mexico—is what feels right now.

Hopefully, this little bean inside of me will mean that I get to sleep in Luca’s bed every night, forever. Soon.

“You weren’t out with Luca last night?” My dad raises his eyebrows, obviously prying about whether or not I’ve screwed that up already. He’s used to me screwing up, apparently, but he’s clueless as to how much work I’ve put into this plan, and how long I’ve worked on making sure it doesn’t fail.

“Luca had some business to handle. We’ve spent so much time together, Dad, last night we just both had our own stuff to attend to.” I actually had nothing to attend to, but I did take the time to book a wax, a haircut, and a mani-pedi appointment.

“Mm-hm.” His tone is almost condescending, and it annoys me to no end. I decide to let him in on (almost) everything that’s been going on.

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