Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462: They’re Ready For You

A nurse stepped out, smiling. "They’re ready for you."

Vee forgot everything. Her heart leapt. She was already moving before the nurse finished speaking, nearly racing down the hall while Marco and Luca got to their feet and followed behind her. Marco looked excited and terrified all over again. Luca followed with slower steps, his face carefully blank.

The nurse led them into a quiet room washed in soft yellow light. Curtains were drawn halfway. A plastic bassinet stood near the bed.

Valentina lay against the pillows, exhausted, pale, beautiful, and smiling. Her hair was messy, her lips dry, her face tired beyond words, but there was a glow around her Vee had never seen before.

Her baby sister was now a woman. A mother. "My baby," Vee cried.

"Hey, Vee."

Vee walked quickly to the bed and wrapped Val in a hug. "I’m so proud of you, baby," Vee whispered. "So, so proud. Look at you. You did it."

"You are an aunt," Val said.

Vee laughed, one hand pressing dramatically to her chest. "Yes, yes I am. I am a proud aunt."

Both men still stood rigidly at the door, watching the scene. Marco had one hand braced against the doorframe. Luca stood beside him, quieter than usual, his face unreadable except for the slight tension in his jaw and the way his eyes stayed on Vee.

Neither of them stepped forward. Maybe they both knew it. The innocence of that moment did not involve men like them. Men with too much blood on their hands.

This room was different. Soft yellow light. Clean white sheets. A newborn wrapped in warmth. A tired mother smiling through exhaustion. A sister crying because love had finally given them something untouched by violence.

It felt holy so they both stood at the door and tried not to ruin the holiness of the moment. Vee walked around to the crib and gazed down into it.

The baby was so small he looked unreal, his tiny face scrunched. A little cap covered his head. His fist was curled near his cheek, impossibly small, impossibly perfect.

"Oh, you sweet little thing," Vee whispered.

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she laughed softly. She carefully picked the baby up, supporting his tiny head. The second he settled against her chest, she melted so completely it hurt to watch. She rocked him from side to side.

"I’m your aunt, baby," she whispered. "Aunt Vee. And over there looking like fools are your dad and uncle."

Val gave a small laugh and reached for Marco. That simple movement snapped him out of whatever terrified trance he had been trapped in. He crossed the room quickly and sat by her side. He leaned down and kissed her hair.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

Val closed her eyes, leaning into him. "I feel lighter."

Marco brushed his thumb over Val’s hand. "You did really great."

Val looked behind Marco and saw Luca still standing near the door. He had not moved much. He had stepped in just enough to be present, but not enough to invade. He was too broad, too intense, too naturally commanding to disappear into the corner, but he was doing his best not to take up space in a moment he clearly believed did not belong to him.

Still, his eyes gave him away. They were smiling. He watched Vee sway around the room with the baby tucked against her chest, humming nonsense under her breath.

The baby did not need rocking at all. Vee rocked him anyway, moving side to side.

"Aunt Vee has you," she whispered, kissing the tiny cap on his head. "Yes, she does."

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