His expression softened painfully. "Vee..."
"Just one year where I could pretend we were normal. One year of waking up with the baby. Feeding. Crying. Little socks everywhere." Her smile trembled, and then she looked away again.
Luca shifted closer. "Vee, if you do not want our child or children raised by Mum, you just have to say so."
She turned to him.
"I mean it," he said. "You don’t have to accept it. I am quite capable of protecting my family."
"Luca..."
"I’d make sure everything they own is bulletproofed," he continued seriously. "The crib. The stroller. The toys. The little spoon."
Vee stared at him.
"What?"
"The spoon?"
"You cannot be too careful."
Despite the ache in her chest, she smiled. "No. It’s the most logical option with your mother."
"It is not the only option."
"What other option is there?"
Luca looked back at the house. For a moment, he did not answer. "I’ve been thinking," he said slowly, "that when Dad kicks the bucket—not that I am eagerly looking forward to it— I could take the Genovese famiglia another direction."
Vee raised a brow. "What are you saying?"
"Go legit," Luca said.
"You’re kidding, right?"
"No."
She shifted on the gazebo bench to face him properly. "Luca..."
"I know how it sounds."
"Do you?"
"Yes." He dragged a hand through his hair. "It sounds insane. There will be lots of pushback but it can be a gradual process. Doesn’t have to land all at once...Since Nonnina passed..." He stopped, swallowed, then continued. "I just thought, this is a cycle, you know? You make dangerous friends," he said. "Then you get even more dangerous enemies. Then your enemies come for what you love. Then you retaliate. Then their sons retaliate."
"I don’t want to raise children to inherit blood feuds," Luca said. "I don’t want our child—our future children—learning which windows are bulletproof before they learn how to spell their own names."
Vee looked down at her hands.
"Keep that thought between us, okay?" he added. "It’s still in the thought phase."
Vee leaned into him then, resting her head against his chest. His arm came around her automatically, pulling his jacket closer over her shoulders. "Would be nice," she whispered. "A nice dream."
"Yeah."
For a while, they sat in silence.
Then Vee said, very softly, "Is it too soon to ask for another baby?"
Luca’s hand stilled on her back. "What did you name her?" he asked.
Vee closed her eyes. "Lila..."
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