epilogue

**Savannah**

Years later...

I never imagined I would have this. A loving husband, two beautiful children. A family.

Luciano spoiled them both instantly. He loves them both, but in different ways.

Luna, she's his little rebel warrior, always challenging something. Even now. If I give her a bottle, it doesn't matter if she's hungry, she refuses the first time.

Obstinate.

Levi, Levi is a detective, he's observant, and intuitive. He seems to sense things, before we do. He's very mature.

Now that their crawling, Luciano is on the floor with them more than I am. They play all sorts of games, and Luciano tells them stories in English and Italian.

He gives them sweets when I tell him not to.

"It's your fault," he'll shrug. "I can't say no to those eyes."

Then he'll hold one of them up and say: "Look at that face. Can you say no to that face?"

I kiss that face, and say yes. I can say no to that face, as cute as it is.

Early on, I realized that most times, I would be the one saying no. But, just like with me, there are hard limits, and when you cross them, Luciano will make sure you are punished.

For example: Luna like to plug things in, and Levi likes to roam, and touch everything.

Luciano will pick them up with that stern, I'm so disappointed in you face.

Then usually they get a spanking, he tries to stay mad, and fails. I roll my eyes and leave the room.

Honestly, my husband is such a softie.

"No, Mamma is gonna kill me. Put that down."

"Mamma kiwl?"

"Yes. No. Levi put the cookie down. Don't look at like at me like that! I want to sleep tonight, so put it down."

"Papa mad?"

There's a pause. "No Papa not mad, little tiger it's okay. Don't cry. Papa loves you."

That's when I step in and glare at him.

"The face," he mouths viscously.

"The couch," I mouth back.

If I'm gonna stay up chasing hyperactive toddlers, he's gonna toss and turn on the couch.

"Where is Luna?"

Levi turns to grin at me, wiping his cookie crumbed hand on Luciano's shirt.

"She's in my lap."

"Sleep?"

"When isn't she?"

"C'mon Levi. Let's go take a bath."

"But Mamma!"

He sulks, taking my hand. "Papa woves you Mamma. N, him no give me cookie."

"Stop lying for your father, Levi. He's a big boy."

His little hands hold my face. "But Papa sad, don't wilk it when you mad at him."

Rolling my eyes, I kiss his nose. "I love your Papa. He knows that."

"Even when you mad at him?"

"Even then."

"You wove me n Luna too?"

"With all my heart."

"I wove you Mommy. Don't make me take a baf."

"Get in the tub, Levi."

He huffs, his brown hair, getting wet, which he hates. "You said you wove me."

What did I do to deserve this?

"Play with your bath toys, Levi. Unless you wanna take a bath with your sister again."

His nose wrinkles, just like mine does.

"No! Mommy her always get me hair wet, n her kick me, n put soaps in my eyes and I don't wike her."

I chuckle. He loves her to death. And he knows it.

"Fine. If she's that bad, I guess I have to spank her."

His gray eyes widen. His lower lip starts wobbling. "No! Don't spank sissy. Her didn't mean it!"

Thought so.

Luciano's chin rests on my shoulder, our eyes on our sleeping monsters

Luciano's chin rests on my shoulder, our eyes on our sleeping monsters.

"They're growing so fast."

I hum in agreement.

"This year they'll be four. Four, Savannah! How could you let this happen?!"

Snorting, I share my head. Lucy pecks my neck, his hand drifting down to my belly.

"Let's make more."

Shoving him out if the way I laugh. "Bitch please!"

Grabbing my arm her pulls me back into his body.

"You love me right?"

"Of course."

"No matter what?"

"No matter what."

"I love you, Kitty."

"I love you too, Lucy."

"I wove me three!"

"I wove me five!"

"See," Luciano grins, "Even Luna wants another sister!"

I grin, my two monsters in PJs and my big monster in sweatpants.

My family. My home.

And it all started with Luciano.