Chapter 41
The babies cry wakes me up, I look over my side and saw Lorenzo trying to calm them down .
"Shh..shh don't cry, don't wake your mamma up" he whisper.
The babies’ cries slowly begin to quiet down.
Lorenzo is standing beside the crib, holding one of them carefully in his arms while the other lies in the small hospital bassinet. He looks strangely focused, like he’s handling something extremely fragile.
“Shh… quiet,” he whispers softly. “Don’t cry. Your mamma needs to sleep.”
His voice is gentle, almost nervous, like he’s afraid the baby might break if he speaks too loudly.
I watch them for a moment before shifting slightly on the hospital bed.
Instant regret hits me.
A sharp pain spreads through my stomach, and a quiet gasp escapes my lips before I can stop it. The C-section incision burns instantly, like the stitches are pulling every time I move.
Lorenzo’s head snaps toward me.
“Ruhi.”
Within seconds he’s beside the bed, his expression tense. “What happened?”
I press my hand carefully against my stomach and take a slow breath.
“Nothing,” I mutter weakly.
But even speaking hurts.
Every movement pulls painfully at the stitches. My body feels heavy and sore, and even sitting up feels like lifting something far too heavy.
Lorenzo notices the way my face tightens.
“You’re in pain,” he says quietly.
“It’s normal,” I reply, breathing slowly. “They literally cut me open.”
His jaw tightens immediately.
“Don’t say it like that.”
I give him a tired smile. “Like what? Dramatically?”
“Yes.”
He gently places the baby back into the crib beside his brother before turning back to me. Then, without saying anything, he kneels beside the bed.
Slowly, carefully, he adjusts the pillow behind my back so I can sit more comfortably. His movements are extremely gentle, like he’s afraid even the bed might hurt me.
“Does this hurt?” he asks while supporting my back.
“A little,” I admit.
His frown deepens like the word personally offended him.
He glances briefly at the bandage on my stomach, his fingers barely touching the blanket above it.
“You’re not supposed to move too much,” he mutters.
“You’re not supposed to panic every five seconds either,” I reply softly.
He ignores that completely.
Instead, he turns toward the babies again. Both of them are now sleeping peacefully, their tiny chests rising and falling slowly.
They look so small.
So unbelievably tiny.
Lorenzo slowly reaches out and touches one of their little hands.
The baby immediately curls his fingers around Lorenzo’s finger.
Lorenzo freezes.
Completely.
His eyes widen slightly as he stares at the tiny grip holding him captive.
I can’t stop the quiet laugh that escapes me.
“Congratulations,” I whisper softly. “You’ve been captured.”
He doesn’t even look at me.
He’s still staring at the baby’s hand wrapped around his finger.
“They’re… very small,” he murmurs.
“They were inside me yesterday,” I remind him.
That finally makes him look up at me.
For the first time since the surgery, I see something different in his eyes.
Tears.
“They’re perfect,” he says quietly.
My chest tightens at the way he says it.
Even though my stomach aches and every movement pulls painfully at my stitches, I still glance down at the babies with a small smile.
I would go through this pain again.
For them.
For this moment.
Lorenzo suddenly walks back toward the bed and leans down carefully. He presses a soft kiss against my forehead, his hand gently brushing my hair away from my face.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I look up at him, confused but smiling.
“For what?”
His eyes move toward the babies again before returning to me.
“For giving me my whole world.”
And i feel my eyes getting heavy and i don't remember falling asleep again, head resting on his shoulder.
Morning sunlight slowly fills the hospital room.
I wake up to quiet murmuring.
For a moment I’m confused about where I am… until the soreness in my stomach reminds me. The C-section incision still aches, a dull pain spreading every time I breathe too deeply or try to move.
Carefully, I turn my head.
And the sight in front of me almost makes me laugh.
Lorenzo is sitting on the small couch near the window.
One baby is in his arms.
The other is lying beside him in a pillow nest he clearly made himself.
And Lorenzo looks… stressed.
Very stressed.
“Why are you crying again?” he whispers to the baby in his arms.
The baby answers by crying louder.
Lorenzo sighs like a defeated man.
“I fed you five minutes ago,” he mutters. “What more do you want from me?”
I can’t stop the small smile that spreads across my face.
He suddenly notices me watching.
“Ruhi.”
In two long steps he’s beside my bed.
“You should be sleeping.”
“I was,” I say softly. “Until I heard a mafia boss negotiating with a two-day-old baby.”
He ignores my teasing and gently adjusts the blanket around me.
“Are you in pain?”
“A little.”
His expression instantly tightens.
He carefully helps me sit up a little straighter, supporting my back so my stomach doesn’t strain. Every movement still hurts, but with his help it becomes bearable.
“Slowly,” he murmurs.
“Doctor said I can move,” I say.
“Yes. Not like you’re climbing a mountain.”
I roll my eyes slightly.
He glances at the bassinet before carefully placing the baby from his arms inside it.
Both babies start making small noises again.
Lorenzo freezes.
Then he groans softly.
“They’re planning something.”
I laugh quietly, but the movement pulls at my stitches and I wince.
Lorenzo immediately notices.
“Stop laughing.”
“That’s your fault.”
He reaches for the small table beside the bed and hands me a glass of water before adjusting my pillow again.
“You need to drink,” he says firmly.
I take a few sips while watching him walk over to the babies again.
One of them starts fussing.
Lorenzo carefully lifts him up and holds him against his chest, gently rocking him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs softly.
The baby’s tiny hand grabs the collar of Lorenzo’s shirt.
Lorenzo goes completely still again.
I swear this man gets shocked every time the babies touch him.
“You’re holding my shirt hostage,” he whispers to the baby.
The baby just blinks up at him.
Lorenzo sighs dramatically.
“You already behave like your mother.”
I gasp from the bed.
“Excuse me?”
He glances at me with a small smirk.
“Bossy.”
I narrow my eyes.
“You literally fainted before the surgery.”
Alexander’s voice suddenly echoes in my head from earlier.
‘The great Lorenzo De Romano, fainted in the hospital hallway.’
Lorenzo clearly sees the memory on my face.
“Don’t,” he warns.
I smile sweetly.
“Oh, I will.”
He shakes his head before looking down at the baby again.
The tiny boy slowly stops crying in his arms.
Lorenzo’s expression softens instantly.
He looks so different like this.
Gentler.
Warmer.
Like the dangerous man everyone fears doesn’t exist right now.
He walks back toward the bed and carefully places the baby in my arms.
My heart melts immediately.
The baby is warm and unbelievably small.
Lorenzo sits beside me, watching both of us carefully like a guard.
“Does it hurt?” he asks quietly.
“A little,” I admit.
His hand immediately rests gently on my shoulder.
“Don’t move too much.”
“I just gave birth to twins, Lorenzo. I deserve to hold them.”
He looks at the baby in my arms for a long moment.
Then he quietly reaches over and touches the baby’s tiny head.
“They’re ours,” he murmurs softly.
I glance at him.
His eyes are fixed on the babies with something close to wonder.
The scary mafia boss.
The man who terrifies half the world.
And yet right now…
He looks completely helpless in front of two tiny boys.
And honestly?
It might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
A week later…
The car slowly drives through the large gates of the mansion.
My heart feels strangely emotional as I watch the familiar place come into view. After spending days in the hospital, the mansion somehow feels different now.
Warmer.
Fuller.
Because this time… we’re not coming back alone.
I carefully hold one of the babies in my arms while the other sleeps peacefully in the small carrier beside me. Lorenzo hasn’t stopped checking them every five seconds during the entire ride.
“Are they breathing?” he suddenly asks again.
I sigh.
“Yes, Lorenzo.”
He leans forward slightly to check anyway.
“They moved.”
“That’s called living,” I mutter.
The car finally stops in front of the mansion.
Before Lorenzo can even open the door, it suddenly swings open from the outside.
Leo.
The moment he sees us, his tail starts wagging wildly.
He jumps excitedly, running in small circles near the door like he’s been waiting there for hours.
“Hey, baby,” I smile softly.
Leo immediately runs toward me but stops halfway, tilting his head curiously at the tiny bundle in my arms.
Lorenzo carefully steps out first before helping me out of the car, making sure I move slowly so my stomach doesn’t hurt.
“Careful,” he murmurs.
“I’m fine.”
“Doctor said no sudden movement.”
I roll my eyes but hold onto his arm anyway.
Leo walks beside us as we enter the mansion, sniffing curiously at the babies.
The staff quietly gathers in the hallway, smiling warmly as they see the twins for the first time.
But Lorenzo ignores everyone.
His focus is completely on me.
“Sit,” he orders gently, guiding me toward the couch.
“I can walk, you know.”
“Sit.”
I sit.
Mostly because I know arguing with him is pointless.
Lorenzo carefully lifts one of the babies from the carrier and places him in my arms before picking up the other one himself.
For a moment, the large living room becomes quiet.
Just the four of us.
Leo slowly walks closer and rests his head gently against my knee, watching the babies with curious eyes.
“They have guards already,” I whisper with a small smile.
Lorenzo glances at Leo.
“He’s doing his job.”
The baby in Lorenzo’s arms makes a small sound.
Lorenzo immediately looks down at him like the boy just spoke an important sentence.
“Hungry?” he asks seriously.
I laugh softly.
“You know they can’t answer yet, right?”
He ignores that.
Instead, he looks around the mansion slowly.
Then back at the babies.
Then at me.
Something soft appears in his expression.
“We’re home,” he says quietly.
The words settle warmly in my chest.
Home.
Not the mansion.
Not the luxury.
Not the power.
Just this.
Me.
Him.
Two tiny boys sleeping peacefully in our arms.
And a very protective dog lying at our feet.
I lean back into the couch carefully, wincing slightly from the lingering pain in my stomach.
Lorenzo immediately notices.
But before he can panic again, I gently place my hand over his.
“I’m okay.”
He studies my face for a moment before finally relaxing.
Then he leans forward and presses a soft kiss on my forehead.
Our babies sleep quietly between us.
Leo sighs happily at our feet.
And for the first time in a long time…
Everything feels peaceful.