Obsessed with His Bride

He turned and looked at me. “Ready?” he asked.

“Ready.” I came down the steps and into his arms. He kissed me and hugged me.

“Trust me, little Aida,” he whispered. “You’ve got this.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I do.”

We got into the car together and drove to the hospital.

The rest of the day was a blur of doctors, drugs, and pushing. But by midnight, I had my beautiful little baby boy in my arms.

My little Gino, my miracle.

Dante sat on the edge of the hospital bed, leaned over, kissed my head then kissed Gino.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you both,” he said. “Now, when should we try for the next one?”

I laughed and hit his arm then leaned against him, feeling exhausted, overwhelmed, and complete.* * *