Page 101 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
Twin cries.
My boys.
I sway on my feet as the fear rushes out of me in one massive wave.
They’re here. They’re fighting. They’re alive.
Dr. Kuran walks over and says something—terms I barely register. Something about oxygen, vitals, tests—but my eyes are locked on the incubators.
Two nurses push them closer, and there they are. Wrapped in blankets. Tiny nasal cannulas feeding them air.
I want to hold them so badly my hands shake.
But they’re not ready yet. I know that. I can wait.
Paige doesn’t seem bothered—she’s glowing. Her face lit up with a joy so pure it guts me in the best way.
“Can you believe how perfect they are?” she whispers.
I shake my head. “No. I really can’t.”
They’ve got dark hair. Tiny, button noses.
They’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. And I’ll kill anyone who says otherwise.
I lean down and kiss Paige’s lips, soft and reverent. Seven months ago, I met her in a bar. I didn’t know then that she’d be everything. That she’d give me everything.
I’ve never been happier.
Because the future holds Paige. And our sons.
And this love that makes me feel more dangerous than I’ve ever been.
Because now I know what I’d burn down the world to protect.
And fuck—I wouldn’t have it any other way.
EPILOGUE
PAIGE
THREE WEEKS LATER
It’s beenthree long weeks since the twins were born, and today is finally—finally—the day we get to bring them home.
I’m so excited I can’t sit still, practically bouncing in my seat as Dario drives us to the hospital. My body hums with anticipation, like I’ve mainlined pure caffeine—jittery energy and barely contained joy.
“You know, you shake the whole car when you do that,” Dario says, half amused, half exasperated.
I laugh, light and breathless. “Don’t be such a grump. We can have sex again in about three more weeks.”
He shoots me a deeply unamused look, and I just shrug.
I know he misses it.God, I do too. But I’m still healing from pushing two human beings out of my body. Still, that hasn’t stopped me from getting creative. This morning in the shower, I got on my knees while steam fogged up the glass and Dario’sfingers tangled in my hair. Just thinking about it makes my cheeks flush.
We pull into the hospital parking lot, and I’m so keyed up I barely wait for the car to stop before flinging open my door.
Dario curses—colorfully, in Italian—but doesn’t chastise me. He just puts the car in park and follows my eager ass inside.
