Page 63 of His to Win

“I can’t,” I wail. I’m squeezing Enzo’s hand so hard, I’m probably cutting off his circulation, but I can’t help it. He’s my anchor right now and I couldn’t let go if my life depended on it.

“This is it, Bri,” he whispers in my ear. “Just one more push and we get to meet our daughter.”

My heart constricts and his words give me the strength I need. With a cry, I push as hard as I can, my nails digging into Enzo’s skin. He grits his jaw, but he’s a trooper. And it certainly can’t hurt any worse than what I’m currently going through.

“Congratulations!” Dr. Adamo exclaims and lifts a squalling, slimy-looking baby into the air. He hands Enzo a pair of scissors and my husband looks a little pale as he cuts the umbilical cord. Enzo quickly returns to my side as Dr. Adamo cleans her up, swaddles her in a blanket and places her on my chest.

For a stunned moment, I look down at the tiny little human laying on my chest and it hits me hard that she’s half me and half the man I love. A perfect little miracle that we created. The tears begin to flow again and when I look over at Enzo who is uncharacteristically quiet, I see tears falling from his eyes, too. And, of course, that makes me cry even harder.

We look at each other and laugh. “What a mess we are,” I say, sniffling.

“You’re perfect,” he tells me, pressing a kiss to my temple. “And so is she.”

“Our lovely Luna. It’s so nice to finally meet you, my feisty, little kickboxer.”

“What did you expect?” Enzo asks with a grin. “She’s got her mom’s sass and spice. No one is going to mess with her.”

She’s looking up at us with big eyes and I’m surprised that they look so light since we both have brown eyes.

“What color are her eyes?” I ask, trying to figure out the strange combination of blue, green and brown.

“Aren’t all babies born with blue eyes?” Enzo asks.

Dr. Adamo takes a look. “No, that’s a myth. Some babies may have eyes that appear gray or blue because of lack of pigment. But, usually most are born with brown eyes. If I had to guess, your little girl is going to have green eyes.”

“Green?”

“Like Vin’s,” Enzo says. “He’s the only one of us that doesn’t have brown eyes.”

Vincentius has striking green eyes and I press a kiss to Luna’s soft head which is already full of dark, wispy hair. Yep, I have a feeling our daughter is going to be a beauty. But am I surprised? Not really because Enzo is the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. All of his children, our children, are going to have his genes and good looks. Modesty aside, my genes are pretty damn good, too.

“I have a feeling I’m going to have to beat the boys off with a stick,” he says darkly, and I chuckle.

“You can try, but if our little girl is anything like her headstrong mama then she’s going to do whatever she wants. And that means she’s going to probably end up with a man just like her daddy.”

“Oh, God help us,” he groans.

“Enzo, if Luna is as lucky as I am and winds up with someone like you then she will be the happiest woman in the world. Just like me.” He leans and we kiss over our daughter.

“Thank you,” he whispers, forehead pressed against mine.

“For what?”

“For saying yes when I asked you to get a drink. For letting me knock you up after our first time together?—”

“Enzo!” I laugh.

“For forgiving me after I was a jerk. For saving my life. For marrying me. For having our baby…The list goes on, honey. On and on and on.”

“I love you, Enzo Rossi,” I declare, looking into his deep brown eyes. Eyes so full of love and happiness.

“And, most of all, thank you for loving me, Bri.”

“Always,” I whisper.

Our lips meet again and I don’t think I’ll ever experience such pure joy like I’m feeling right at this moment—with my husband’s lips moving against mine and our baby girl in my arms. Life is beautiful and wonderful, and I know our future will be full of everything bright and lovely.

How could it not be? I have everything I need right here.

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