Page 7 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

Dad planned to retire two years ago. Everyone expected he’d do so soon after marrying Quinn. Instead, he’s kept postponing it, always saying, “You need more time,” even while jetting off around the world.

I keep asking myself, “How much longer?”

Luciana suddenly nudges me, her eyes narrowing. “Why so quiet?”

Alessio grins. “You look like you’re the one in labor.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ve got a lot on my plate, and I don’t expect you two to get it.”

They share a look and burst out laughing.

“Right. Mr. Next-in-Line for the Marchetti throne, always reminding us,” Luciana teases.

Before I can fire back, the delivery room door swings open. Dad steps out with a tired but proud smile, cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in pink.

“Everyone, meet Mira.”

All our squabbling vanishes.

We huddle around him, eager to see the new little Marchetti.

Alessio breathes, “I didn’t think babies could be that small.”

Luciana’s eyes fill with emotion. “Our new sister… I’m going to spoil her silly.”

“Don’t let her mom hear that.” Dad laughs, then turns to me. “Valentino, want to hold your baby sister? You haven’t said a word.”

I hesitate for a moment, then open my arms.

Dad gently hands Mira to me.

As I cradle her delicate little hand, a rush of unexpected emotion floods over me.

“Welcome to the family,” I murmur softly, warmth spreading through my chest.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Dad stands beside me. “After all these years, we finally have a new member.”

“Hey, let me have a turn too,” Luciana calls, and Alessio laughs.

I pass her into my sister’s arms, still holding her tiny hand.

My eyes land on Dad’s. “Congratulations. It’s a big day. For all of us.”

He nods, his smile turning thoughtful. “It is. I want to be there this time.”

“I know, Dad. You did fine with us, even if you weren’t always around. You were busy building the business from scratch.” I give him a small shrug.

“Yes, but now I want to be there for every little moment.”

A heavy silence settles between us.

I know where this is heading. It’s not just about him, it’s about our future, my future in the company.

Taking over the empire has defined my life, and now, with Mira’s arrival, that burden feels even heavier.

“Dad, what are you thinking about for the company’s future?” I try to hide the nervous knot in my stomach.

He glances away and then sighs. “Quinn and I have talked. I want to be there for my kids, really present. That means stepping back from the business sooner rather than later.”

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