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“Not one fuckin’ clue,” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Christian will be here for the meet, along with Mia. Her presence is necessary.”
“Why?” Now I’m confused. We always keep her away from business as much as possible.
“Because the man we’re meeting has shown interest in her, and I hate to say it, but Christian may have a fight on his hands when it comes to making her his,” Leo states, meeting my gaze.
Fuck.
“This shit just gets better and better. What next is going to happen?” I sneer, just wanting the drama to end once and for all.
“Don’t know, but we’ve got to stay sharp,” Leo says, taking a sip of his coffee and placing the mug back down. He frowns, eyebrows crease, he looks deep in thought. “We don’t play it smart, another war starts, and this one could end up like the one that took Ronaele away from us all.”
Oh fuck.
My gut churns, and I’m left feeling a sense of dread at the thought. I’ll do what I have to do to protect my woman and the child she’s carrying, but my duty is also to my family name. The De Lucas don’t go down without a fight.
I’m frozen for a reason, and they’ll feel the pain of the ice coming if it comes down to it.
Epilogue
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Five Months Later . . .
Time heals is what people say, but how can time heal anything when in all honesty, it’s up to the person to want to be healed. I mean, for me, it took being with Theo and him being there for me when I needed him most.
For instance, the past twenty-four hours, he’s been here. He stood by my side while we said our I Do’s. He then carried me from the altar after my water broke. Being who he is, he didn’t complain as I squeezed his hand and cussed him out for hours on end.
Theo never once left my side. Well, except to change out of his tux and into a pair of jeans and thermal top matched with a flannel button-up shirt.
During the whole labor, he didn’t complain, not once, just took what I gave him. When the doctors asked if I wanted the epidural, he kept with what I said before all the pain. I didn’t want it. No matter how much it hurt.
After all the contractions and cussing Theo out, it’s over.
I smile and roll my head against the pillow to keep my eyes on Theo as he walks toward me. Cradled in his arms is our bundle of joy. Neither of us wanted to know what we were having until he or she arrived. Now our baby is here, and it’s a boy.
“What do you want to name him?” Theo asks, sitting on the side of the bed and handing me the baby. The nurses are still working around us, but there might as well not be anyone else in the room as I look between my guys.
“Rocco De Luca,” I murmur, taking in his head full of dark hair already coating his head. I lift my gaze and smile at my husband. “What do you think?”
Theo grins and reaches up to cup the side of my face. “Sounds perfect, Mrs. De Luca.”
I giggle at him, calling me his wife. We wanted to be married before the baby came, and we were. Rocco just decided he wanted to make his appearance in the same time frame.
Theo and I agreed that after the baby was born, we’d go on our honeymoon. We just didn’t know when that would be. Neither of us was keen on leaving our baby alone for a long period of time. I even suggested to Theo one night while discussing it that we take the baby with us. His words, “Snowflake, when we go to Bora Bora, it’s going to be the two of us. Can’t have you naked for hours on end if we’ve got the baby with us.”
So we’re waiting. Maybe when Rocco’s six months. Maybe for our anniversary. Doesn’t matter to me. Well, it does, but right now, I’m in my own happy little world.
Who knew over a year ago I’d meet the man of my dreams in the midst of a snowstorm?
“I love you,” I say, leaning into his hand palming my cheek.
“Fuckin’ love you more, Snowflake,” he rasps, and Rocco lets out a cry making himself known.
We both laugh, and Theo moves, situating himself next to me on the bed while, for the first time, I feed our son.
Life couldn’t be any more perfect than it is right now. People call Theo frozen. But the moment he lays eyes on me, that ice starts to thaw. With me, he isn’t what everyone claims. Then again, I hold his heart, and they don’t.
The End.
