Page 62 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

They both gasp. “Cool!” And with that, they dash up the stairs, excited to see their new space.

“You’re really good with them,” she says, sliding her hand on the rail to follow them.

“They are easy to be good with. You’ve done an amazing job.” I walk next to her, hands in my pockets to keep myself from touching her too much.

She’s quiet until we get to the top of the stairs, and from the sound of it, the kids have already found their room.

“Luca—”

I grab her by the arms and spin her to me. “Camilla, don’t worry. I’m so happy to have you here, where you are safe. The kids are more than welcome. I don’t want you to worry about that.”

“It isn’t that—”

“—And when it comes to their father, it’s okay. I’ll do my best not to try to take his place, but that will be my goal. I consider you mine, Camilla. I have since your birthday at the club. Those kids, they are mine, if you will let them be.”

“Luca, that’s what I want to talk to you about—”

“Mommy! Come look at our room. It’s so big.” Olivia peeks her head out from the doorway of her new room.

“We will talk later.”

Olivia is impatient and stomps down the hall to grab Camilla’s hand, then drags her to her room. “Come on. You’re taking forever,” Olivia moans with an eye roll.

When Camilla gets to the doorway, she gasps. “Oh, wow. How…how did you?” she turns to me with confusion.

“I had the rooms redone. I wanted them to feel at home.”

The room is painted a light pink, and the bed has a pink canopy over it. There’s a dollhouse in the corner, and her closet is already full of clothes.

“You have to see mine!”

Camilla walks through the adjoining door and places a hand over her mouth as she takes it in. Oliver’s room is space themed. There are glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling, and one wall is painted with a mural of a galaxy. His bed is a rocket, and there’s a button near his head that, if he presses it, will announce a countdown.

For bedtime, of course.

“I can’t believe you did this. This is so much, too much, but I can’t be mad because you’ve made them so happy.”

“I can make you happy too,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist, then nestling my chin on her shoulder.

Her hand slides against mine, and we stand there together to watch the kids running back and forth, smiling, giggling, and it’s the most noise this house has ever heard.

It’s a home.

They’re my home.

Chapter Fifteen

Camilla

The kids are finally asleep and we ease each door shut but leave the one adjoining the rooms open so they still feel like they are together. They have always shared a room. I don’t think it will be as easy as they hope it will be. They will miss the bunk beds; I know it.

“So, where is my room?” I ask Luca, knowing what the answer will be, but I want to drive him a little crazy. I want to tell him tonight. I want to tell him the truth that Olivia and Oliver are his.

I also want to know how he hasn’t noticed. They look so much like him. I thought it would be obvious considering the time frame, and let’s not forget the blue eyes.

Now that I think of it, I kind of want to tap him on the back of the head and knock some sense into him. It’s funny when I think about it.

His laugh is sarcastic, and he falls forward, caging me against the nearest wall. His arm falls next to my head, and he leans down, his nose brushing against mine while his free hand flattens across my hip. “You’re adorable if you think you won’t be staying in my room,” he lowers his voice, dark enough to awaken heat in my body but light enough not to wake the kids.

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