Bound By Blood Anthology

I lightly punched the arm that wasn’t holding Isabella. “Careful. I’m not too tired to kick balls.”

“Good,” Luca said, then he rocked Isabella again. When he looked back up his expression was stern. “Go to bed. Get some sleep.”

My eyes darted to Isa. “But… I should rock her. I should take care of her. And Matteo will be back with takeout any moment.” I wasn’t even hungry. I should have been because I hadn’t eaten since breakfast but my body only craved sleep.

“And you do care for her. Truth be told, I never expected you to be a good mom but you proved me wrong,” Luca said. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t get help if you need it. Now go to bed before I drag you there. You can eat cold pizza later.”

“I really want to hug you right now,” I admitted.

“Wait a few seconds, it’ll pass,” Luca said dryly, but his eyes had softened slightly, which was a rare enough sight that it made me emotional.

Luca narrowed his eyes. “Bed. Now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Bastard.”

“Bitch.”

I gave him a small smile, then turned and walked back to our bedroom. The moment my head hit the pillow, I passed out.MatteoLuca’s car was parked in front of the mansion when I pulled up. When I checked my phone, I saw his message telling me they’d join us. Grabbing our takeout order had taken longer than anticipated, mainly because I was so sleep deprived that I’d briefly dozed off at the steering wheel and decided to pull over for a minute. That had turned into a power nap of almost forty-five minutes.

Now the car smelled of pizza, which was probably cold by now, and my neck was stiff from the awkward position I’d slept in. I was lucky Tartarus or the Bratva hadn’t chosen my moment of weakness for an attack.

I got out of the car, glad for the cooler evening breeze that cleared my head slightly. Grabbing our takeout, I headed into the house. Neither Gianna nor Luca or his family were downstairs. The low murmur of voices came from upstairs. I set the food down on the dining table before I headed upstairs to find Gianna. All doors were closed so I headed straight for our bedroom. Gianna was curled up on top of the covers in my T-shirt, her perky ass naked and turned my way. Usually the sight would have given me all kinds of naughty ideas, but the last few days of teething and colic had sucked the energy out of me.

Fuck.

Isa wasn’t beside Gianna nor in the crib next to our bed. I turned on my heel and stalked toward Luca’s and Aria’s bedroom, knocking. After a moment, Luca opened the door, already only in boxers. “Is Isa here?”

“Yes,” Aria called from the bathroom before she emerged with a squirming Isa in her arms.

“I can take her,” I said.

Luca shook his head. “You look like shit. You and especially Gianna need a good night’s sleep. With Isa in your room that’s not going to happen. She’s fussy.”

Aria stopped beside Luca. Isa’s cheeks were red as she sucked on a teething ring. I ran a hand through my hair. “Who could have guessed that such a small thing could mean so much trouble?” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to Isa’s forehead.

“It doesn’t get better once they double and triple in size,” Luca muttered.

“You’re crazy for wanting this again,” I said.

Aria smiled. “Go to sleep.”

I nodded and dragged my exhausted ass back to our bedroom. For less than a second, I considered lifting Gianna and tugging her in, then I just let myself drop down on the covers beside her and zoned out.Gianna was snuggled against me, breathing evenly, her red mane all over my face when I woke. I drew back and watched her a moment. She still looked exhausted.

I frowned. How long had I slept? The sun was up and casting its bright light into the room.

I untangled myself and sat up. Where was Isabella? Then I remembered last night. Luca and Aria had taken over. I got out of bed and walked out. When I didn’t find anyone on the second floor, I headed downstairs. Aria, Liliana, and Marcella were singing some ridiculous kid song. When I entered the dining room, Aria was holding Isa on her hip and swaying back and forth, while Marcella sat in front of her, making silly gestures with her hands that seemed to match the song. Liliana had Flavio on her lap and was moving his tiny arms in rhythm to the music.

Luca, Amo, and Romero with Sara on his lap, sat at the table, having breakfast, which in Amo’s case was the cold pizza I’d forgotten all about, but Luca and Romero were throwing the occasional glance at the girls. I hadn’t even heard when Romero and Liliana had arrived. It must have been in the morning. I slanted a look at the clock. It was already eleven a.m.