Chapter 29 Emma
Epilogue.
“Sometimes I think she’s worried about having such insufferable parents,” I whisper, eyes lowered.
Luca stands beside me, smiling with a hint of drool at the corner of his mouth.
Okay, maybe I’m imagining that part.
We’re both looking down at our daughter Mila, wriggling softly in her crib. Mila was born a week ago at Mercy Hospital in Miami. After four years together, traveling, rediscovering each other, reclaiming all the time we’d lost, Luca told me he was ready to be a dad.
If I remember correctly, he said, “I need to tell you something, Em. There’s this thought that won’t leave my head, and it’s eating me alive.”
“Luca, you’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be scared, it’s just that… I’m dying to have a child with you. Ever since Silas and Lauren had Julian, I’ve wanted it with all my heart.”
And now, here we are, completely in love with our daughter.
“She should be more worried about having three uncles, two grandfathers, and a dad who’d do absolutely anything for her.”
I laugh silently. There’s just something about a baby—her presence makes you whisper and move a little slower, like the whole world softens.
Luca wraps his arms around my waist and presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Thank you for giving me the most perfect daughter in the world, love Lamb,” he says, locking eyes with me. “Thank you for this family.”
I turn to him, smiling widely.
Ever since Luca became a father, he’s looked so much more relaxed. He smiles constantly, and he’s kind to anyone who seeks his company. Yes… even his father.
“Thank you,” I whisper, “for giving me a second chance, Gargoyle.”
The end.