Page 334 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

He had wanted this gender reveal.

For his family.

To allow them in.

Sometimes, he still found it hard to let them in.

The pregnancy was one thing he continued to try to open up for them, but especially for his mother and father.

“Luciano, then,” John said.

Siena smile wider. “Luciano Johnathan Marcello. And he will be perfect, John.”

So perfect.

Just like his father.

Luciano Johnathan made his way into the world loudly. He made damn sure his mother felt every pain, and he didn’t let her rest in the labor for even a single second.

Siena didn’t mind.

Once that hazy-eyed, dark-haired baby that looked so much like his father was placed in her arms, the rest was forgotten. Nothing mattered but little Luciano.

And then his father got a hold of him, Luciano’s eyes opened wide and found John’s. Siena knew in that moment, she was probably never going to get him back.

Not entirely.

“Oh, my God,” John murmured. “Look at this boy, Siena.”

She had.

And in those few seconds, she memorized him.

“He looks just like you,” she said.

He chuckled. “And you.”

But not nearly as much as Luciano took after his father. Siena didn’t mind.

John’s finger traced the line of the baby’s nose. Soft, gentle, and sweet.

“Everybody’s waiting to meet you, Lucky,” John said.

Everybody could wait, too.

The baby blinked, and his tiny little fingers instinctively curled around his father’s thumb.

John smiled. “Yeah, I’m your daddy, bambino.”

At the same time he spoke to their son, he reached for her. His palm cupped her cheek, and his thumb stoked her skin.

Even while falling in love with his child, he never forgot about her.

He still loved her.

Their forever was now.

And it was beautiful.