Page 47 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

“Where are you going?” I don’t want him to leave.

I want him to help me get to our babies so I can hold them again.

“The nurse, remember?”

“Oh, right.” I’m still a little out of it all.

As Adriano leaves the room, I keep looking at the twins. After all the worrying and stress, I can finally relax. I tried not to obsess over what might happen, but I couldn’t help it.

Now they’re here, and I can... Well, develop some new worries, but that can wait. For now, I just want to enjoy them.

I want to bask in that feeling of happiness and love that overcomes me whenever I look at them. How is it even possible to feel so much love?

I heard the stories about it, but I didn’t quite believe them. Now I do. Tears fill the corners of my eyes because I’m so happy I could burst.

My babies are the best thing that has happened in my life, and I’d do anything for them. Adriano returns a moment later.

“The nurse will be here soon,” he says. “I had to threaten to kill her, though.”

“What?” I blink at him.

He laughs. “I’m kidding.”

I roll my eyes at him, the corners of my mouthtwitching up. “I want to hold our babies. Give them to me!”

“Easy, mama bear. They won’t run away.”

“Give them to me!” I claw at the air, and we both end up laughing.

He reaches into the bassinet and picks up our baby girl. The blankets are the same color—green—but the tiny bracelet around her arm lets me know it’s her.

The way Adriano holds her in his arms with so much gentleness almost makes me melt from sweetness. I have to push back the tears as he hands her to me.

“Hello, baby girl,” I say softly as I carefully take her into my arms.

“She’s so beautiful, like her mom.”

I run my finger over the soft, silky skin of her little arm. “Actually, she kind of looks like you. See this little nose and lips? It’s totally you.”

“No, it’s not. It’s you.” He grins. “Because she’s perfect, and you’re perfect.”

“What do you think we should call her?” I wanted to meet my babies before naming them, and Adriano agreed with me.

“Clara. She looks like a Clara to me.”

My lips part in surprise because it sounds perfect. “Yeah, Clara.I love it!”

“You do?” His eyebrows shoot up.

“Yeah. Now bring Alessandro to me.”

“Alessandro?”

“Um, I don’t know where that came from. I guess I just... when I looked at him last night, I thought Alessandro was a good name for him.”

“Alessandro it is.” Adriano heads to the bassinet and picks up little Alessandro in his arms.

And he almost makes me cry again because I love seeing Adriano with our babies.

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