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Marcello gestures to the sliding doors. “Probably in the kitchen or nursery.”
I walk into the house and check the kitchen, where I find Franco downing a cup of coffee.
His eyebrows fly up when he sees me, then his features tighten. “What’s wrong?”
“I just needed a break from my place,” I reply as I lean back against the island, crossing my arms over my chest.
“The woman?” he asks.
I just nod.
We’re quiet for a moment, then he asks, “Want to talk about it?”
I let out a sigh before muttering, “I’m thinking maybe I should just kill them and be done with it.”
“If that’s what you want to do,” Franco says, his eyes locked on my face.
“Dario will be pissed off,” I mention.
“Why?”
“He feels the woman is innocent in all of this,” I explain.
“But you don’t feel the same,” Franco states the obvious.
He sets the coffee cup down, and walking out of the kitchen, he calls out, “Follow me.”
Letting out another sigh, I follow my friend to the third floor and into a nursery that’s decorated with baby animals.
The light is dimmed. Two of the triplets are fast asleep, while the third is making baby sounds. From the blue onesie the baby has on, I know it’s Augusto, Franco’s son.
Franco reaches down and picks up Augusto, then comes closer to me. There’s a proud smile on his face as he stares down at his heir, then his eyes flick to mine.
“Hold him,” he whispers.
I shake my head and take a step back.
Franco gives me a look of warning. “Hold my fucking son, Renzo.”
Reluctantly and very fucking awkwardly, I take the baby, instantly anxious I’ll drop him.
Augusto makes a cute gurgling sound, and it looks like he’s smiling at me.
Weirdly enough, I begin to feel calmer. When I aim to touch his chubby cheek, he grabs hold of my finger. Seeing his tiny hand holding mine, my fucking heart melts.
“You’re their godfather. You should bond with them,” Franco says.
“I know. They just terrify the fuck out of me,” I admit with a soft chuckle.
“You just needed a little oxytocin to make you feel better,” Franco murmurs.
I glance at my friend. “Oxytocin?”
“Love hormones. They release when you hold babies or puppies. Why do you think I’m so much calmer? I’m constantly high on the shit.”
I let out another chuckle and have to admit, I feel better.
When Augusto starts fussing, I hand him back to Franco, who makes it look like it’s the most natural thing for him to hold a baby.
