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We both finish together, Emelia digging her nails into my shoulder and me biting onto hers. I lie back, gasping for breath but still inside her. She’s still jerking with pleasure, and I look at her, smiling.

“I love you.” I say, kissing her softly.

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Waking up next to a naked Emelia again feels right, like this is exactly where I should be in my life right now. I wake her up with another decaf coffee and climb back into bed with her to hold her for just a bit longer.

“Okay, it’s time for me to get up. I need to go and talk to my family and let them in on that we’ve spoken and are going to be together,” I say to her, getting dressed.

She stands up and starts getting ready too. “You can stay in bed, if you want to,” I say to her.

“I need to get home, too,” she says. “But I’ll see you later?”

“Definitely.” I walk up and give her another kiss before watching her walk out of the door.

Chapter Thirty

Emelia

Leaving Luca’s apartment, my heart is light and I sing along to every song on the radio. Last night was a huge turning point in our relationship.

We not only aired out all misunderstandings, but I feel like this was the first time that Luca was actually honest with me. About his feelings, his thoughts, and his plans for the future.

The fact that those plans include me and the baby just makes me feel so much more excited to greet this little human.

And the sex last night was so unlike any we’ve ever had before. I had felt so connected to him that the orgasm had lasted much longer than I even knew was possible.

My clit tingles now as I think about it. If that’s how our life is going to be from now on, I am the luckiest girl in the world.

I also think we might easily add on to our family tree on a regular basis with that kind of love making.

Thinking about babies, I make a mental note to schedule my next doctor’s appointment and let Luca know about the date.

My doctor said it might be too early, but we could try and see the baby's sex the next time I came in. Luca and I spoke so much about names, it will be good to finally know the gender so we can decide on a name, maybe even start painting the nursery at the mansion.

I put a hand on my stomach as I stop at a traffic light. “I will love you immensely either way, little one,” I whisper. “But if you come out a boy, your father will be so happy.”

I recognize the extra car in my driveway as I get home. It’s Grazia’s, which shocks me, because we still haven’t spoken, so her being at my house doesn’t make sense. Usually after a fight, we’ll meet in a more public space to avoid either of us making a scene.

I wonder if she’s come to continue giving me shit about fucking her brother or if she’s ready to finally talk. If perhaps she’s decided that being an aunt is more important than being pissed off.

I’m surprised when I walk in and see Grazia sitting at the table with my father, though, since he’s supposed to be away. The two look like they’re having a serious conversation, but they stop suddenly when I walk in.

“Daddy? Grazia? What’s happening?” I ask them, putting my bag down and pouring coffee. I feel a little guilty having regular coffee after Luca’s speech about decaf being best for the baby, but according to the doctor, one or two cups is okay. Looking at the faces staring at me from the kitchen table, I’m going to need that one cup for this conversation.

“Em, sit down, please. We have something to talk to you about, and it’s important,” my father says, and his voice sounds strained, like he’s going to battle telling me whatever is about to come out of his mouth.

My mind searches for what they could possibly want to talk to me about together.

“Despite our current issues,” Grazia clears her throat and starts talking. “I do love you and before any of this happens, I want you to be okay. Especially since you’re carrying my little niece or nephew in that stomach of yours.” I don’t miss her mention of still loving me. I’m tempted to reach out and hug her, but the rest of her sentence sends a chill down my spine.

“What is the ‘this’ that’s about to happen?” I ask, my voice louder than it needs to be. I sit down and look between Grazia and my father.

“Em, the way that Luca has been acting lately is worrying Enzo, and frankly, the way he’s entangled you in this deal worries me. Luca has always been too impulsive, and very willing to do shady shit to get his way.”

Grazia looks into the distance as if she’s trying to figure out the best way to put this news. I already have a bad feeling about this.

“Well…when Carlos and his party were here a few weeks ago, I got talking with his wife, while you were sulking.” I roll my eyes but let her continue talking.

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