Page 261 of Mine Again
A tremor runs through me.
“How? How am I different? I haven’t noticed anything.”
His mouth curves, smug and tender all at once.
“Your nipples are more sensitive. You flinch when I touch them. And you tear up quicker—”
Heat floods my cheeks. “I cried at my mother and sister’s weddings. That’s not unusual,” I cut in.
“No, it isn’t,” he agrees. “But a cake-cutting wouldn’t normally set you off.”
I bite my lip, remembering. I did cry, a lot actually.
He keeps going. “And at night… your body runs warmer against mine. I feel it every time you’re in my arms.”
Is he serious?
I huff, indignant. “What, you’ve got a built-in thermometer now?”
He shrugs, maddeningly sure. “When it comes to you,farfalla, I notice everything. Our childisalready with us.”
Heat pools low in my belly, not just from embarrassment that I didn’t catch any of this, but from his raw intensity.
Nothing slips past Luca. It should be unnerving, but instead it feels like the safest thing in the world. I’ve never felt more seen or loved.
A laugh bursts from me, tangled with a tear, joy and disbelief colliding. He points at my face with a smirk.
“See, the proof is right there.”
More tears follow, spilling over, and I hiccup through them.
“You’re ridiculous. And I’m not sure why I’m crying.”
He grins at me, eyes blazing with love.
“Hormones,farfalla… because you are pregnant. But we can take a test if you really need a little stick to tell you I’m right,” he teases.
His mouth covers mine, slow and soft, like he’s sealing the truth between us.
Then he bends, lifts my shirt and presses a kiss to my abdomen. My throat tightens as his lips brush my skin.
It’s so reverent and loving, I can’t help but swoon.
It’s more than a kiss… it’s like a promise, a vow to protect, love and cherish the tiny spark of life growing inside me.
“Hello, little guy,” he says, awe in his voice.
“Or little girl,” I correct, laying my hand over his where it rests on my belly.
“Honestly, I’d love a little girl, especially if she’s like you. One Isa is already enough to undo me, but a mini version? She’d have me wrapped around her little finger in no time.”
My laughter spills out. The future really is ours, wide open and waiting.
Then he leans closer, whispering low into my ear, “And when you’re ready, we’ll make another one… and another one… and another one.”
“Luca,” I groan, shoving at his chest, though my smile betrays me.
The thought of him putting more babies into me makes my coreheat, unleashing desire to be full of him this instant.
