Chapter Two Hundred And Five
Alicia's POV
We came home three days after Lia was born.
The villa was ready. The nursery perfect. The family waiting.
Signora Moretti had filled the house with flowers. White roses everywhere. Just like she'd promised.
"For Giuliana," she said, touching Lia's tiny hand. "For all the Giulianas."
Sophie couldn't stop holding her. "She's so small. So perfect. I can't believe I'm an aunt."
"You're going to be the best aunt," I told her.
"I'm going to be the most spoiling aunt. There's a difference."
The first week was a blur. Sleepless nights. Learning to feed her. Learning her cries. Learning how to be parents.
Malachi was surprisingly good at it. He changed diapers without complaint. Walked her when she cried at three AM. Held her for hours just watching her sleep.
"You're a natural," I told him one night.
"I'm terrified every second that I'm doing it wrong."
"That means you're doing it right."
