Page 112 of The Italian Obsession
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“I hope so. It’s the best part.”
His lips stretched with a faint smile. “Come here, you naughty, naughty girl.”
I nestled carefully into his arms and rested my head on his chest, as if I was the one that needed his care, that needed to heal.
“So about that baby I need to put in you…”
I laughed. “You heard that?”
“Every word.”
My eyes glanced up at his. His gaze held me as his arms did. “I can’t live without you either. Why, Angel?”
“Because I’m yours, and you’re mine. Always.”
He kissed my head, breathing in my hair. “Always, my sweet Angel.”
