2 years later...
"It's your turn," I groan as I roll over in bed. Nic groans in reply and pushes me lightly. "Nic seriously. Get your ass up."
"I've gotten him the last two times! I have to travel to Spain in a few hours," he tries to argue but I don't budge.
"Go across the damn hall and quiet him down," I state firmly. "I didn't have your help the past few nights cause you've been off in Sicily. Now it's your turn. I have not slept in days."
"Way to play the guilt card," he scoffs and gets out of bed. I smirk to myself as I snuggle closer in the blankets.
After ten or so minutes the noise doesn't quiet down so I head to the room across the hall. When I open the door and chuckle. Nic is laying back in the rocking chair asleep , with little Cristiano curled up against his chest. I walk over to the two boys and pick up Cristiano carefully. Nic's arms fall to the arm rests and he stays asleep.
"My poor Cristiano," I smile as I
3 years later..."Cris be careful!" I yelled at my 3 year old son while putting down the plate full of hamburgers on the table outside with my no so little helper Rose. "Cristiano I'm coming for you!!" Logan yelled bounding after my son towards the pool.I shook my head at him but smiled. We were having everyone over for a barbecue today for my 27th and Nic's 33rd birthday. Since we were born only a fews months apart from one another we decided to celebrate it together this year. These past 5 years were the greatest years of my life so far. After giving birth to Cris on April 19th everything in my life changed once again. I quit my job in the kitchen and started working on writing my own book which is now out and has sold over a million copies. Nicola still runs his mafia business but tries his best to be at home with me, Rose and Cris. About a year after having Cris I found out I was pregnant again this time with a girl, little miss Carmen Rosi. She is the light of my life. "Mom