Once a Ferrara Wife...

‘I’d forgotten about your meeting. When the test result was positive I panicked and phoned you. I was so desperate to speak to you and then when the phone went through to voicemail I remembered where you were and what you were doing and that of course you would have switched your phone off.’

‘I didn’t switch my phone off. I must have been on the phone to Santo when you called.’

‘I hadn’t thought of that. I realised I was being unfair to you so I just muttered something stupid about good luck.’

‘I listened to the message again and I heard the difference in your voice between the moment you started to speak and the end.’ He breathed deeply. ‘I’m so pleased you called me.’

‘You’re pleased I’ve blown the most important deal of your career?’

‘That isn’t important. What is important is that you were in trouble and you turned to me. And not only that, you did it without thinking. That’s good news. And now for our other piece of good news—’ he placed his hand on her stomach and gave a slow masculine smile. ‘Did I or did I not warn you that I would make you pregnant again? I am super-virile, no?’

Her face was still damp with tears but a tiny smile broke free. ‘Super-arrogant.’

‘I am simply looking at the facts. I have made you pregnant.’

Laurel sniffed and punched him lightly on the shoulder, laughing as he’d intended. ‘I suppose you think I’m a lucky woman.’

‘That goes without saying.’ His grip on her tightened and his voice was husky. ‘And I am a lucky man because you gave me the greatest gift you could give anyone. You turned to me. You trusted me.’

‘And you came.’

‘I will always come. I will always be here for you and for our family. From now on I am dedicating my life to standing between you and stress. You won’t need that inhaler because you have me.’

Her eyes stung again. ‘Overprotective.’ ‘Sicilian.’ Unapologetic, he kissed her gently. ‘And completely crazy about you.’

EPILOGUE

The terrace was filling up with people and Laurel watched from the master bedroom as a steady stream of expensive cars came down the long drive that led to the castello. The dips and potholes had long since been smoothed away, the wildness of the almond orchards tamed in readiness for this celebration.

Virtually the only thing that was in its original form was the old rusty key he’d given her.

She kept that in a drawer by her bed.

‘What are you doing in here?’ Cristiano’s deep voice came from behind her. ‘They’re waiting for you on the terrace.’

‘I came up to find Elena’s stuffed bunny and then she fell asleep on the bed. The excitement has worn her out.’ Her expression softening, Laurel turned to check on their little daughter, now splayed like a starfish in the centre of their huge bed in the pale yellow dress that Cristiano’s mother had given to her as a gift. At the foot of the bed the two dogs lay guarding their little charge, refusing to budge. ‘I’m trying to keep her clean for the party.’

‘An uphill battle, I should think,’ Cristiano drawled, well aware of his daughter’s adventurous nature. ‘Dani and Raimondo have arrived with Rosa. She’s desperate to see her cousin. All she can say is “Lena”.’

‘Elena is excited about seeing her, too. They’re the best of friends.’

‘And talking of friends—’ Dani virtually danced into the room, looking delighted with herself as she hugged Laurel. ‘I predict they’re going to be celebrating their birthday together for the rest of their lives. Another one of my perfect plans. Why are you all hiding up here? You should be downstairs greeting your guests.’

‘I’ve delegated that task to Santo—’ Cristiano kissed his sister and then stooped and retrieved the stuffed toy from under the bed. ‘Is this what you were looking for?’

Woken by the sound of her father’s voice, Elena opened her eyes sleepily and Laurel felt her insides melt with love as she watched him scoop the child into his arms along with the bunny.

‘Rosa?’ Yawning widely, Elena looked round the room hopefully and Laurel smiled.

‘Come on then. Let’s go and find your cousin and get this party started.’

‘Oh, please let me take her—’ Dani stretched out her arms and prised her niece away from Cristiano. ‘We’ll see you downstairs when you’re ready, won’t we Elena? Your cousin Rosa has already found the chocolate fountain so I hope your mamma doesn’t expect this dress to stay pale yellow for long.’