Page 406 of Under Her Skin
The doctor, a kind looking woman, smiled. “We’ll run some tests. Discreetly,” she added. “In the meantime, you’re going to need a minor surgery to help youheal.”
Later,Enda came back, and they enjoyed some alone time, finally. Enda hugged her tightly. “God, to think I nearly lostyou.”
Ama relaxed into his arms. “It’s over now, baby. We can behappy.”
“Damnright.”
They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before Ama looked at him, her eyes serious. “I killed Jackson. Yourbrother.”
“Half-brother. And fuck him. The world’s a betterplace.”
“Do you think Olivier thinksso?”
Enda swept her hair away from her face. “Cara mia, Olivier loves you. You did what you had to do to survive. He knows you did the rightthing.”
“He’s grieving,though?”
Enda nodded. “Just for the idea of a brother, rather than Jackson, I think. But believe me, he’s one-hundred percent behindyou.”
Ama sighed. “I can’t wait to get out ofhere.”
“The minute we do, I’m marryingyou.”
Ama laughed. “Well, you’dbetter.”
“Knock, knock.” It was the doctor from earlier, who smiled at her. “We’ve run thetests.”
Ama felt her heartbeat quicken. “How many?”Months,she asked silently, and the doctornodded.
“Three.” And she grinned. Ama burst into tears, smiling through them. Enda was utterlyconfused.
“What’s goingon?”
The doctor smiled again and left the room, closing the door behind her. Ama couldn’t speak from relief and joy, but finally, when Enda was starting to look worried, she held his face in her hands, her eyes shining, and told him that in six months, he was going to be a father and their life as a family could reallybegin
The End.
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His Brother’s Wife ExtendedEpilogue
Amalia Gallo shiftedher daughter onto her hip. Serafina, with her caramel skin, bright green eyes, and dark wavy hair to her waist, grinned up at her mom. At two years old, she was merry and loving, and Ama kissed her forehead now, feeling the familiar swell of love as she breathed in her daughter’s smell of powder andsoap.
“Come on,Piccolo. Let’s go seeeveryone.”
She took Serafina—Sera, as they called her—out onto the terrace of the villa, where Sera’s dad, Enda, greeted them both with a kiss. Their best friends, Raffaelo and Inca, greeted her with smiles, and Inca stole Sera away from her mother immediately, making Amalaugh.
“You wouldn’t take her so quickly when she’s in a bad mood,” she chuckled, and Inca rolled hereyes.
“Don’t give me that. This scruffy muppet is a bundle of sunshine.” She tickled the little girl, who shrieked with laughter and cuddled her ‘aunt.'
Ama sighed happily. In the two-and-a-half years since she’d escaped from and then killed her abusive ex-husband, her life had changed immeasurably. She had made Sorrento her home permanently since her marriage to Enda Gallo—the love of her life and the reason she was still alive. It had been his half-brother, Jackson, to whom Ama had been unhappily married, who had abducted her, and who had tried to kill Inca to teach Ama a lesson and get his revenge on his ‘bastard’ brother. Jackson was dead now, though, and since the day she had escaped, they had lived happily and safely inItaly.
Their friends were therefor breakfast, and as the morning sun beat down, they ate fresh fruit and pancakes, Serafina tucking into as many things as her little hands could hold. Ama ate yogurt and fruit and asked Inca about her upcoming fortieth birthday celebration. She couldn’t believe her friend would be forty soon. Inca could have easily passed for her early twenties still, but her looming birthday didn’t seem to bother her. Raff, her drop-dead gorgeous husband, was in his early fifties and his dark hair was shot through withsilver.
