YOU ACCIDENTALLY SENT THE MAFIA BOSS THE WRONG ULTRASOUND—MINUTES LATER HE CLAIMED THE BABY, BUT NEVER EXPECTED YOU TO CLAIM YOUR OWN STRENGTH

Later, when the room had grown quiet and Sofia slept against your chest, Luca sat beside the bed.

“She has your mouth,” he said softly.

“She has your frown.”

“My apologies.”
You smiled despite yourself.

He looked at you then—not as a boss, not as a threat, not as a man asserting ownership.

But as a father asking whether he was allowed to belong.

“May I hold continue reading …