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“That I’m the luckiest fucker in the world.”
“We’re lucky to have you, too,” I reminded him, unbuttoning my shirt so I could feed Romeo. “This breastfeeding malarkey is harder than it looks.”
Theo helped me get Romeo into position like the nurses had shown us earlier, and he began sucking greedily.
“Yeah. Romeo is definitely like me,” Theo quipped, and I shook my head, watching our son.
“Let’s hope he doesn’t live up to his name.” I sighed.
“I think he will,” Theo said, wrapping his arms around us. “I love you, Hannah. Always have, always will.”
“I love you too, De Luca.”
