chapter 16

The next couple weeks are a blur of perfect pleasure. Every day, I climb out of Cassius’s enormous, ridiculously comfortable four-poster king-sized bed, take care of the twins, then pad down the hall to the office with Luca and Lucie in tow, making sure they have something to occupy them while I get the filing done.

I spend the day organizing, booking meetings, setting up future travel—and, not gonna lie, slightly dreading the times that I have to book trips for him. Granted, the next time he plans to travel for work isn’t for another couple of months, but a part of me still stares sadly at the week on the calendar when he’ll be in London, already anticipating how much I’ll miss him.

Every evening, Cassius returns to the apartment—usually with flowers or a present for Luca and Lucie, new clothes he saw that he just couldn’t pass up, or a cute toy.

“You’re going to spoil them rotten,” I scolded him one evening when he showed up with a full playpen, complete with a mobile in the shape o