"So," Marco said, "good news everywhere, uhn?"
Luca smiled. "Yeah," he said. "I’m going to be a father, and I’m going to be marrying her." He glanced briefly toward Veronica, who was still tangled up with her sister and laughing through tears. "Not necessarily in that order."
Marco barked out a laugh. "Congratulations."
"Leave some love for your mother." Carol’s voice came from behind them, and both men turned. She had just finished with Nonnina and now stood there, looking every inch the formidable woman who had somehow become the gravitational center of this increasingly unruly family.
Marco’s whole face changed the moment he saw her. A boyish grin broke through instantly. "Ma..." He crossed to her, took her hand first and lifted her fingers to his lips before pulling her into a hug.
It was a beautiful little contradiction, Luca thought. All that strength and loyalty and danger wrapped up in a man who still greeted Carol like a son grateful to have been chosen. And Carol, softened immediately. She did that only for him.
"My beautiful boy," Carol murmured. She pulled back from the hug, both hands still resting on his arms. "You look..." She paused. Carol narrowed her eyes, studying him from head to toe with increasing suspicion, as though he had somehow arrived from New York with a secret stitched into his skin and she had every intention of finding it.
"You feel..." She turned toward Luca. "Do you notice anything?"
Luca stared blankly. "No?"
Carol turned back to Marco, still unconvinced.
"What are you talking about, ma?" he asked, laughing softly now.
"I don’t know..." she said thoughtfully. "You’re just different."
Marco lifted a brow. "Different how?" he asked.
Carol’s gaze swept over him again. There was nothing visibly wrong. Quite the opposite, really. He looked strong. But there was something else there too, under the surface, as if a storm he had been carrying for a long time had finally chosen a direction.
She just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Before she could try, Valentina came hurtling across the little reunion circle.
"Hey! Brother-in-law!"
Luca barely had enough warning to brace himself before she crashed into him with a full hug, nearly knocking the breath right back out of his recently repaired lungs. "Oh God," he groaned, catching her automatically anyway. "What hell do you have prepared for me?"
Valentina beamed up at him, and that beam alone was enough to make Luca deeply suspicious. She just grinned.
Luca looked heavenward. "God... no."
Veronica, watching from nearby, laughed under her breath. Marco looked away before anyone could catch the smile trying to break across his face.
Luca finally lowered his gaze to her stomach. "How is the little one doing?" he asked.
"It’s a boy," Valentina said.
The little circle around them shifted with fresh delight. Luca smiled.
"Nice," he said. "So where is Ricardo? I thought he would be coming with you."
The change in Valentina’s face was immediate. Her smile disappeared so quickly it felt like someone had blown out a candle.
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