Page 49 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

El

S ince Alessandro got shot five days ago, the three of us have spent every night together.

The only time we’re away from each other is when we’re working.

Andrea and I have even carved a space out in the spare bedroom for some of Marco’s clothes, which is a lot harder than I thought it would be.

The three of us have more clothes than three people should have.

You could make the argument that individually, we have more clothes than three people. What can I say? It’s our vices.

I tap the handle of my blush brush on the table while my inner monologue continues, thinking of how we can solve the space issue.

Could we turn the extra bedroom into an official closet instead of having everything tossed willy-nilly?

Could we get a three-bedroom apartment? Does this building have three-bedroom apartments? What about a house?

Arms wrapping around my waist disrupt my internal monologue as lips kiss my neck, then nibble at my earlobe.

“What has your beautiful face scrunching that way?” Scrunching? If I keep doing that, I’ll need Botox earlier than I thought.

I spin around on my vanity stool, facing a shirtless Andrea. Holy shit, he’s hot. Tonight sounds like a wonderful night to give him and Marco a hot oil massage. Not the right time to think about that, El.

“The three of us have a lot of clothes.”

“Oui.” Andrea’s brows furrow together at my vague statement.

“When is your lease up?”

“In about six months. Why?”

“What if we moved into a larger apartment? Or maybe buy a house!”

I turn back around, touching up my blush when Andrea answers me. “Marco isn’t moving in with us if that’s where you’re headed with this. He’s brought over some of his things because it’s convenient. He also overpacked. You two are more similar than either of you will ever admit.”

Why does he have to point that out? “Way to crush my soul. And I was thinking about giving you and Marco hot oil massages tonight. Maybe I’ll think twice about that.”

“We’ll discuss this in four months when we need to decide whether we’re moving or resigning.”

He kisses me on the top of my head, and I’m about to argue when my phone rings.

I reach over and grab it, noticing Luci trying to video chat with me.

I haven’t heard a peep from her since before Alessandro got shot, regardless of how much I’ve tried to reach out.

Her due date is about nine days away, and I’m sure this added stress has been hard on her.

I can only imagine the hot mess express she might be.

Lord knows I’d bring out my mourning chic wardrobe if that happened to either of my men. Huh. My men. What a crazy thought.

“Hey, doll. How have you—” I don’t finish my question before I realize, instead of Luci’s face, I see a little dark-haired baby on the screen and scream, “Oh my god, she’s adorable!”

Andrea covers my mouth at the same time that Luci shushes me. “Shh. El, she’s sleeping.”

Andrea is still covering my mouth when he bends down to see the sleeping baby. “She’s beautiful, Luci. Congratulations. Now, mon trésor, if I take my hand off your mouth, can you avoid screaming?” I eagerly nod my head, incredibly excited to ask Luci all the questions.

Andrea has barely removed his hand when I ramble endlessly. “Oh my god. Babe. How are you? When was she born? What’s her name? When can I come see you two?” Does Marco know Luci had her baby? Did that asshat hide this from me? Too many questions and not enough time.

Luci laughs at my unending list of questions.

“My emotions are up and down. Postpartum mood swings are significantly crazier than pregnancy mood swings. Quinn says it’s normal.

I need to be aware if things get bad and let her know if it’s overwhelming me.

Alessandro is still in a coma until his heart rate and blood pressure come down.

It’s spiking randomly, and this way, it’s allowing him to rest. She was born the night Alessandro went into surgery.

The stress put me into labor, and the second Dr. Rossi was finishing, she blessed us with her presence.

We named her after Alessandro’s mamma, Gia.

Please don’t hesitate to come over anytime.

It would be nice to have a distraction. I’ve spent the majority of my time down with Alessandro.

I’d say the afternoon is the best time. I can’t promise she’ll be awake, or I won’t have to feed her.

If that’s a deal breaker, I understand.”

“Several statements. She’s asleep right now, and I’m sure she’d be equally as adorable awake.

Also, no one should be upset if you need to nourish your baby.

If they are, I’ll cunt punch them. Can we come now?

Andrea needs to put a shirt over his hot bod, and I’m about done getting ready.

Maybe an hour?” My body simmers with excitement while I wait for her answer.

“I’ll let Domenico know you two are coming.” I give it about a second and a half after Luci and I hang up before squealing again.

“She’s so fucking cute, Andrea! What are you waiting for? Put a shirt on your delicious torso, we have a baby to see!” I pat his ass twice, shooing him away to get dressed while I put the finishing touches on my makeup.