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I smiled as I walked by to our bedroom.
A few more back rubs and pats—and Marcello gave me another burp.
And after that, he let out a sweet, little baby sigh that sounded almost like a song.
I moved him into my arms and looked down into his beautiful face. Giselle was right. He really did have the best mix of our combined features. Hopefully, it didn’t turn him into too big of a dick when he got older.
I kissed his forehead and inhaled his baby powder scent. Then I kissed both of his cheeks. I hated putting him down. I wanted to carry him around forever. But I also knew that would absolutely turn him into a huge dick when he got older.
So, I reluctantly laid him down in his crib.
I took one more look at him and smiled as my heart grew even larger inside my chest. If pride was a sin—then I was going to Hell. Because the amount of pride I had each time I looked at my son was astronomical.
I turned the light down low and left our room, carefully closing the door behind me.
I could hear Eve’s voice reading now. She was in the room with the twins. I wasn’t sure how she put two babies to bed by herself, but she did it. Twice a day.
I walked as quietly as I could back downstairs. When I stepped into the living room, Giselle was still seated on the couch. She had a large water bottle beside her, and she was working on a blue square. She had an entire stack of them in her bag.
She looked up and asked, “Did he go down okay?”
She asked this every naptime, and every bedtime. And I always gave her the same answer. “Like a dream.”
That always made her smile.
And when Giselle smiled—it made my world complete.
I’d lost her for so long—been without her for months. And for the majority of those months, I figured she was gone for good.
That Sergio had done what he does best—and gotten rid of her. I hadn’t been sure if he’d do the same to his daughter. The guy was fucked up enough to pull that off.
Once again—I took a deep breath and cleared all that garbage out of my head. I’d deal with Sergio when I dealt with Sergio.
He’d get exactly what was coming to him. I just had to find the fucker first.
“Where’s mine?” I asked Giselle, as I rounded the couch and sat down beside her. She gave me her gorgeous grin and I swear to fucking God—my heart nearly tripped all over itself.
This woman.
She was by far the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Hang on,” she said, and reached into her huge knitting bag. She pulled out a blue square that was one hundred and ten percent—not—the one I’d been working on this afternoon.
I knew this because that one had been a holy fucking catastrophe. I didn’t know how she did it, but each time I sat down with her, she’d somehow managed to fix the awful mess I’d made.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the silver crotchet hook and the half-done blue square. “I’m getting so much better. Don’t you think?” I held up the square in front of me.
A smile spread across her lips. “Definitely. But you’ve got a great teacher. So, what can I say?” She shrugged her shoulders as her fingers and hook moved effortlessly in a straight line.
I looked at my square—or the square that Giselle had fixed for me—and tried like hell to remember what to do next. Each time, I eventually got the hang of it. But for some reason it always took me a bit to settle into a rhythm.
“Need some help?” Giselle asked, setting her square down on the coffee table.
I loved getting her help. “Yeah. Just to get me started.” I moved closer to her, and she placed her hands on mine. She moved them accordingly until I got the hang of it again. And then I was off.
Giselle always seemed so proud of herself whenever she had to step in and get me started.
And to tell you the truth, I found crocheting pretty relaxing.
