Page 56 of His Little Angel

He watches my sister the same way he watched Luke earlier—measuring, assessing. Not threatened exactly, but unwilling to share space.

My sister doesn’t miss it.

“You’re intense,” she tells him lightly.

“I tend to be.”

I clear my throat. “He’s… being extra today.”

Enzo’s thumb brushes my side. “I’m always like this with what’s mine.”

My sister raises a brow at me over the baby’s head.We’ll talk later,her look says.

The rest of the day is… unfairly perfect. It makes me forget Luke—and why I was mad at Enzo in the first place.

Enzo kneels on the floor with Leo like he’s done it a hundred times before. One big hand offers a finger, letting my nephew grab it with his entire fist. He lets himself be pulled and drooled on.

My ovaries nearly combust. I have to look away before I embarrass myself.

“Careful,” my sister says lightly from the couch. “He’s stronger than he looks. He’ll tear your hair out if you let him.”

Enzo smiles at the baby. “Good,” he murmurs. “So am I.”

Later, he cooks for us. He moves through my kitchen like he’s memorized it already. I lean against the doorway, stunned.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say.

“I want to,” Enzo replies simply. “Sit.”

I do.

He talks with my sister over dinner, asks about her life. Listens. When Leo fusses, Enzo tells her to eat while he handles it, bouncing him against his chest until he settles.

When my sister finally leaves—promising a very long interrogation later—Enzo closes the door behind her and locks it.

He comes up behind me, his mouth near my ear.

“I saw the way you looked at me,” he murmurs.

“At dinner?”

“No,” he says softly. “When I interacted with Leo. Careful, angel. If I even think you want something…”

His hand tightens around me.

“…I’ll give it to you.”

A promise.

One I can’t wait to see him fulfill.

Epilogue

Mila

Five Years Later…

Just like every promise Enzo ever made me, he fulfilled it.