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“What is blue baby?”
She managed a weak smile. “Baby blues. It’s a gentler way of saying postpartum depression.”
“Depression.” He frowned. “Like…sick?”
“Yeah. I knew something was off right after I had him, but I figured it would disappear once time passed, and my hormones resettled.”
“And now?”
“Gio, I don’t know. It’s not you or Aleksi, I swear, but something’s off. I’m…not happy. I don’t remember the last time I was.”
“You want to go home?”
“Back to California? No, that’s not it. This has been going on since Cali. Moving here helped some, but…” She toyed with one of Aleksi’s unnaturally perfect barrel curls. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have a beautiful, amazing husband and a beautiful, amazing son, and this wonderful family…and I’m not happy.”
He studied her, silent for what, in the past, would have been an awkwardly long moment, but she was married to him. This was who he was and one of the many reasons she adored him.
“Prosti, Bez,” he said.
“Sweetheart, don’t be sorry. You couldn’t have known. It’s not like I talked to you about it, and I regret that, but I didn’t want you to think it had to do with you.” She reached for his hand. “I wanted to fight because I feel hollow, and the way I saw it, I didn’t feel hollow back when I was working the circuit. But when I couldn’t even pick up my baby…”
“Bez—”
“It’s not you, Gio, and I’m sorry that I put up walls and blocked you out to the point that you had to fight me to get me to talk to you. I’m so sorry.”
Anyone else in her position would be on cloud nine, yet she couldn’t get her shit together.
“My love. If I take Aleksi, and it is only me and him for one day, what you will do?”
“If you and Aleksi were to spend the whole day together, what would I end up doing?” She thought for a moment. “Work out.”
“After.”
“If any of the girls are free, probably spend time with them.”
“They are not.”
“Maybe sit at the house and wait for you to come back, I guess?”
“Before you fight, what most do you love?”
“Other than Ari, Gage, and my folks?” She took another moment. “I don’t remember.”
“Bez,” he pressed the tip of his finger to her heart, “you are my love, you are mama, you are best friend, you are sister. Who is Bez if not these things? I have knife. I have car. I have fish—”
“What fish?”
“—these things, they are Giorgio Pozza. I am brother, I am husband, I am scary uncle, I am papa. But, my love, I am Giorgio Pozza. Forever, I will be.”
She smiled through unshed tears. “Do you have a middle name, by the way? Can’t believe I’ve never asked.”
“Da. Antonio.”
Her eyes opened wide. “GiorgioAntonioPozza? And I’m onlyjustlearning about this? Your name’s almost as gorgeous as you are.”
“Do you understand, Moana?” he asked. “Next time, you will talk to your husband? If there is other man, not even Wolfe and his gun will stop me.”
She kissed his palm. “I promise I’ll talk to you. And you’re like this because you know I love you. If something like that were to go down, me with another man, it’s because I’m brainwashed or something.”
