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“Don’t forget the bottles, sterilizer, and a breast pump if you’re planning to nurse,” Bianca suggests, pointing towards a section of the store dedicated to feeding essentials.
I listen as the list grows. There are baby clothes, swaddles, a baby bath, and countless other things I hadn’t even thought of. Sensing my bewilderment, Emily gives me a reassuring look.
Bianca chuckles. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? But don’t worry, you’ll both be wonderful parents.”
Regaining my composure, I smile. “It’s a new world for me, but I trust my dolcezza’s judgment.”
Emily beams at me, her eyes filled with love and appreciation.
Bianca picks out a soft blanket and a few books and passes them to me, her face alight with anticipation and joy. “You will make a good father,” she says. “I can tell.”
Emily nods. “As long as he listens to his wife.”
I give her a playful frown. “Only you could get away with talking to me like that.”
“I know,” she laughs.
I watch her as she browses, my heart full of love and admiration.
She’s not just the woman I love; she’s the mother of my child, my queen, my dolcezza.
EPILOGUE
EMILY
Five years later…
We’re at our home, a serene, fortified estate that’s become a haven of peace and happiness for our family. Our children, a playful boy and a giggling girl, are the center of our world.
I watch from the garden bench as Alessandro pushes the kids on the swings. Their laughter fills the air, creating a melody of pure joy. My husband has more energy than me most days. I don’t know where he gets it from.
Our son, Alexander, is trying to reach the sky with each swing, while our little Sophia is more cautious, her laughter tinkling like bells every time she swings forward.
“Higher, Daddy!” Alexander shouts, his little arms gripping the swing’s chains.
Alessandro obliges, pushing him gently higher, his face lit up with the kind of joy that only a father can know. “Not too high, my champion. We don’t want to fly away,” he responds with a chuckle.
Sophia, watching her brother, giggles and asks for the same. “Me too, Daddy!”
It’s remarkable how life has changed. The dangers of Alessandro’s mafia world, once a constant shadow, are now kept at bay.
We’ve successfully navigated a balance between power and peace, ensuring our children grow up in a safe and loving environment.
As the kids tire of the swings, Alessandro scoops Sophia up, spinning her around, while Alexander tugs at my skirt. “Mommy, come play with us!”
I join them, reveling in the simple joy of being together. We often spend the afternoon playing various games, running around, and laughing. It’s moments like these that remind me of the incredible journey we’ve been on.
Later, as the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, we all sit on the grass, watching the day turn into evening. Alessandro wraps an arm around me, pulling me close.
“We’ve built something beautiful, Emily,” he whispers, his voice filled with contentment and love.
I lean into him, feeling complete and utterly at peace. “We have,” I agree, watching our children play. “This is everything I ever wanted.”
The next day, I’m at work. Since it opened, my building has grown into a thriving social hub, resonating with the laughter and chatter of happy families and playing children.
The building itself is bright, welcoming, with play areas filled with colorful toys and quiet corners for more serious conversations.
Alessandro made sure it was built and laid out exactly as I wanted.
