Page 33 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“I’m back, and Nicola is with me,” Antonella says with a huge smile.
“Oh my, Nicola, it’s good to see you! Merry Christmas,” Mamma says, walking over to hug me, kissing my cheeks.
“Hi, it’s nice to see you; Merry Christmas,” I say, returning the kiss on her cheek.
“Mamma, where’s Nicoletta,” Antonella asks, looking around the living room.
“Ella, she’s in the room, sleeping. Elena, this is Nicola, Ella’s fidanzato,” Mamma says, holding onto my arm.
“Nice to meet you, Nicola! Merry Christmas,” Zia Elena says, walking over to shake my hand.
“Nice to meet you, and Merry Christmas,” I say, smiling.
“Mamma, I’m going to get Nicoletta. Nicola wants to hold her,” Antonella says, walking away.
“Hey Nicola, good to see you again. Merry Christmas,” Bria says, lifting her chin and raising her wine glass.
“Merry Christmas Nicola, would you like some wine,” Sofia asks, holding the wine glass.
“Merry Christmas, yes, please,” I say, lifting my chin, looking down the hall where Antonella disappeared.
I can’t fucking believe it.
I’m a father.
I have a little girl.
This is incredible, truly a gift, one that I was not expecting.
“Nicola, I’m so happy to see you here with Antonella. The baby is beautiful; she has your eyes,” Mamma says, clasping her hands, turning up her lips.
“I can’t wait to hold my baby. I’m thrilled to be back with Antonella and the baby,” I say, taking the wine glass from Sofia, smiling.
“Thanks,” I say, taking a drink of the wine, lifting my chin.
“Nicola,” Antonella says, walking up to me with the baby in her arms.
Let me tell you that right there is the most exquisite moment of my life, seeing my woman with my baby. I can’t stop looking at the baby; she’s so cute, with soft dark hair; she looks at me with huge green eyes and long black eyelashes.
Nicoletta is breathtakingly beautiful.
My heart skips a beat, my soul soars.
This is my family.
My girls.
“Baby Girl, let me see the baby,” I say, setting the wine glass on the wall table.
“Nicoletta is awake. Look, Nicola, isn’t she beautiful,” Antonella coos, running her finger over Nicoletta’s soft rose cheek.
Nicoletta moves her face and arms, smiling up at me with an open mouth, as babies do.
“Nicoletta is lovely,” I say, leaning down to kiss her temple.
“Do you want to hold her?”
“What if I drop her?”
