ログイン_Amelie’s POV_The house was quiet that early evening, warm lamplight spilling across the living room as Luca, the triplets, Arnold, Camille, and Liana had settled into a rare, peaceful movie night. It had been a normal thing now for Camille and Arnold to come over to ours along with Nico and Matteo and Liana. I said ‘come over to ours’ because Luca had gotten a penthouse for just us both. He said we needed a new place for just us since we would be building a family of our own. The twins were due any day now, and my stomach felt impossibly heavy, a constant reminder that every step, every movement, had to be measured.Yes, twins. I found out I was carrying not one but two babies. Liana wanted to check the genders but I said no cause I wanted it to be a surprise. I still felt like I wasn’t ready to bring children into this world, but Luca kept reminding me that I was. I didn’t want to carry a child for my selfishness, I wanted to bring them into this world for their sake. I lou
_Amelie’s POV_The morning of the wedding came quietly, almost impossibly calm considering the storm of chaos that was usually our lives. The sunlight spilled gently into the room, highlighting the diamond on my hand, and I felt its weight—not just physical, but the promise it carried.I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the delicate lace of the gown Liana had insisted would be perfect for me. I wasn’t used to being the center of attention, or the kind of vulnerability that came with standing in front of people and declaring love out loud. My stomach fluttered, partly with excitement, partly with nerves that refused to calm.Liana hovered nearby, gently tugging at a stray strand of hair. “Breathe, Amelie. Just breathe,” she murmured. “It’s just a few people. Nothing can go wrong.”Camille appeared on the other side of me, holding a tiny, embroidered handkerchief, her smile warm and steady. “You look stunning,” she whispered. “And Luca… he won’t
_Amelie’s POV_After a few hours, the house had finally gone quiet.Quiet enough that I could hear myself think… which, apparently, was a terrible idea because all I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.Everyone else had gone to sleep—or they are doing something else.Liana had left with Camille an hour ago after forcing me to drink a chamomile tea that tasted like sadness.Matteo had gone upstairs muttering about “assembling the crib before sunrise.”Nico had stationed himself near the stairs like a guard dog who didn’t trust the universe.And Luca?Luca had been everywhere except here with me.He had been pacing, whispering orders, texting doctors, calling security, sending someone to baby-proof the entire house even though the child wasn’t even the size of a bean yet.I wanted to tell him it was low-key too much, but I didn’t have the mind to. But eventually… eventually even he disappeared somewhere upstairs.And I was alone on his massive bed, staring at the ceili
_Amelie’s POV_If someone had told me a few weeks ago that wedding planning would involve more screaming than gunfire, I would’ve laughed in their face. But here I was—standing inside a ridiculously fancy dessert boutique with glass counters, lace curtains, and too many pastel colors—listening to Liana mutter because a macaron wasn’t “wedding enough.”“This one is pink,” she said, side-eyeing it like it had offended her ancestors. “Pink isn’t sophisticated. It screams baby shower.”I snorted. “Liana, we’re literally here for taste testing. Not solving world hunger.”I really didn’t matter what color they were as long as it tasted nice. But Liana had other plans. She ignored me completely, picking up a gold-topped cupcake like she was evaluating diamonds.We’d spent two hours deciding between tiramisu and panna cotta, and honestly? My stomach hurt from eating too many samples. But not in the fun way.Not in the normal way.I pressed my hand against my abdomen subtly.Liana noticed. Sh
_Amelie’s POV_“And who exactly do you think you are, buying out this place?” A man stepped forward—tall, well-dressed, and radiating an air of controlled authority. His eyes locked on Luca, narrowing slightly. “My fiancée is trying on dresses, and you waltz in like this is yours to command?”Liana took a step forward and I grabbed her arm, pulling her back. What was she about to say? She should let the big boys fight it out without interfering. And I was enjoying everything happening. All it needed was popcorn and a cola and then we were good to go.Luca didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. He tilted his head slowly, letting the weight of his gaze settle on the man. “And who exactly do you think you are, trying to throw my fiancée out?”The man stiffened, clearly unprepared for that. He opened his mouth to reply but Luca cut in before he could, turning to the manager. “Where are the property papers? And how much are you asking for the boutique?”The man hesitated, lips opening and c
_Amelie’s POV_I couldn’t stop staring at my hand. The diamond sparkled like it had caught the sun and trapped it there forever.“I can’t… I can’t believe it!” I squealed in excitement, holding my hand up like Luca hadn’t just whispered in my ear and changed my entire life.Liana, standing across the room with that ever-practical expression that could barely hide excitement, clapped her hands together. “Finally! Thank God he did it. I was tired of hiding it for any longer.”I laughed, nearly bouncing on my heels. “Hiding it? Liana, you have no idea what this means! The drones! The balloon! Luca… he—he actually did it!”She rolled her eyes, smirking at me. “Yes, yes. The theatrics. He’s Luca. You knew this was coming eventually.”From the doorway, Matteo leaned casually against the frame, arms crossed, watching our display of utter childish glee. “You just have a big mouth, Liana,” he said dryly. “There wasn’t anything hard in your keeping quiet, really.”She spun toward him, indignati
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