Chapter 12
Francesca
“At least she waited until the end of the ceremony,” Eve muttered under her breath. She took Nicco from me, and then Stefan went to grab Marcello.
“No, you don't have time for that,” Nick interjected while he carefully undid his—soiled—tuxedo coat. “Give him to Giselle, Francesca. Please.”
I wanted to argue and insist on keeping at least one baby. But there was just something in the way he ordered me to do something that immediately—made me do it.
It was weird.
I handed over the sleeping baby while Nick explained himself.
“The airplane is fueled and ready to go. Things are not—” He swallowed and looked Stefan in the eye. “Safe for either of you here. There's a car waiting for you out front. He'll take you to the airport.”
Eve piped in, “I packed a few things for you. It should tide you over until you land at least.” She smiled, and then with watery eyes, she added, “Congratulations. We are all so happy to have you as part of our family now. Finally.”
Stefan grabbed my hand but spoke to Nick, “Are you sure about this?”
Nick nodded. “Go. Now.”