"Hey, love," Luca said gently as she walked toward him.
"Hey," she replied, wrapping her arms tightly around him. He returned the embrace, holding her close, allowing himself a brief moment of solace. She pulled back slightly, studying his face with concern. "Long day?"
"The longest," he admitted with a weary smile. "Please tell me I am not too late for the baby dance."
"We can always keep trying with or without a window," Veronica said.
"Yeah, it is fun trying," he replied. "Now, I have an excuse to stay buried inside you."
She laughed, though there was a trace of weariness beneath the sound, a subtle heaviness that didn’t escape Luca’s notice. He brushed his thumb gently along her cheek.
"You didn’t go anywhere today," Luca observed softly.
Veronica shook her head. "I thought to stay home."
He nodded slowly, understanding but not entirely comfortable with the idea. "You are learning to be careful," he said, "but I also do not want you to learn to be afraid."
She looked away briefly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the buttons of his shirt before she sighed. "I didn’t feel like it, Luca, truly," she admitted. "I... today just reminded me how dangerous your life is."
Luca remained silent, giving her the space to continue.
"You went out that door without one care in the world," she said. "You weren’t afraid. It’s not like you are bulletproof—hell, you didn’t even have a shirt on. And I was afraid. The fear lunged in my throat, squeezing hard. I couldn’t breathe until you walked back through that door."
She lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I cannot lose you."
The vulnerability in her confession struck Luca deeply. He cupped her face with both hands, his expression softening as the hardened façade he presented to the world melted away in her presence. "Veronica," he murmured, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. "This life... it is not something I can simply walk away from. It is woven into who I am."
"I know," she replied quietly. "And I never asked you to. But knowing it doesn’t make it easier."
"I’m here, right now, in the present, loving you, still wrapped around your finger, still obsessed with you. And I am thankful for every moment—every single moment—I get to spend with you. I am grateful for it," Luca said.
"You want some dinner?" she asked.
Luca shook his head. "No, I was at the house. Nonnina couldn’t help herself. She made something for me before I left. I just need to get to bed. I need my head to stop thinking for a bit."
Veronica nodded with understanding. "Come, come," she said softly, taking his hand. "You take a long bath. It will help clear your mind. I’ll add in some essential oils—you will sleep like a baby." She led him upstairs to the bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom, Veronica guided him toward the edge of the bed. She began to help him out of his jacket.

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