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“Yes, Love.” I kissed the side of her lips and felt her smile grow with the nickname. No matter how many times I called her that she still acted like it was the first time.
“Oh, about that,” she murmured, and amusement filled her features. “I decided on a name.”
“You did?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “You want to hear?”
“Of course.”
Priscilla smiled mischievously and then told me the name. I had to ask twice if she was joking, and she giggled for almost half an hour to my reaction. I silenced her with frustrated kisses, and she removed her shirt as an apology.
She always knew how to work me up, and I was fucking in love with her.
Priscilla
“One more push,” the doctor urged.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the energy for one more push. I also didn’t have the energy for that last push she promised me a few minutes ago. I was not in so much pain thanks to the epidural, but damn giving birth was still hard.
I squeezed Antonio’s hand, and he pressed his lips to my sweaty forehead. “You can do this, Love,” he urged. “For our son.”
Damn him. That did it.
I screamed and squeezed my husband’s hand tighter than before. I pushed, and when I came down, I heard a cry.
My baby.
Tears welled in my eyes immediately, and I tried to see him.
The second my contractions started, I also started vowing to never do this again, but all those thoughts left my head as I saw little limbs punching and kicking the air.
I would do this a thousand more times.
As I kept crying, someone put the little baby on my exposed chest. I looked at his features and touched his small cheek. He was so small.
“He is too small,” I whispered to Antonio. My eyes left my son just for a second to look at my husband. He was not ugly crying like me, but his eyes were glossy.
I looked back at our son. I just couldn’t peel my eyes off of him. Antonio’s finger came to his small arm, and he traced a line to his hand. Our baby’s hand wrapped around his finger weakly, or I just imagined it.
“He is perfect,” Antonio murmured and then kissed my temple. His lips came to my ear. “You made me the happiest man, Priscilla.”
I smiled brighter, and I cried harder. I made him happy. A man who not even believed he could feel happiness was on the brick of crying because of happiness.
It was a miracle. A fairytale-worthy miracle.
“Oh, he is so adorable,” Pippa said, looking at the baby in my arms affectionately.
Antonio tightened his hold around me. I was holding our baby, and Antonio was holding both of us. “Thank you, mom,” he said with a smile.
Our son had blonde hair, the same color as mine but not the same color as when I was a baby. It was probably going to get darker. His eyes were a glossy grey, very hard to say their real color.
“He has your jawline, bro,” Alessio said jokingly. All of our family in Chicago was here. Gabriele and Kira were also going to visit in a week. Everyone was so excited to meet our son.
I giggled at Alessio’s words looking at my baby. His chubby cheeks made it hard to see if his jawline was as sharp as my husband’s. He didn’t point that out, though. He only laughed. He was not tense as before. Now he could more easily understand jokes.
“So, what is the name?” Mia asked.
A playful smile spread on my face. We kept the name to ourselves until birth. Apparently, Bella and Alessio did the same, so no one really questioned it, but right now, they wanted to know. I really wanted to see their reactions. I also wanted to see Antonio’s reaction all over again.
