I was dead.Officially, completely dead.Because my mother wasnât just madâshe was furious.I could see it in the way she stood, arms crossed, lips pressed so tightly together that they had practically disappeared. Her foot tapped impatiently against the pavement, and I swore I could feel the rage rolling off her in waves.My stomach clenched as I slowed my pace, tryingâand failingânot to look as guilty as I felt.âMom, IâââInside.â Her voice was deceptively calm, which was somehow way scarier than if she had just started yelling right away.I swallowed hard and obeyed, stepping past her and into the house. The door shut behind me with an ominous click, and my heart sank straight into my stomach.Shit.She didnât speak right away, just followed me into the living room, her gaze burning into the back of my head.I stood there, shifting uncomfortably, waiting for the inevitable explosion.It came about five seconds later.âWhere were you?âI winced. âIâââAll night, Sienna. You were go
I was restless.Which was fucking annoying, because I was never restless.Not like this.Not in the way that made me want to grab my keys, get in my car, and drive straight to Siennaâs house just to make sure she was really okay.But I couldnât do that.Because she was grounded.And if her mom had been even half as pissed as she sounded over text, I was lucky she hadnât stormed over to my house to kill me herself.I ran a hand down my face and sighed, leaning back on my bed. My phone sat on my stomach, Siennaâs last message still staring back at me.TBD. Probably forever.I hated that she was in trouble because of me.No. Not because of me.Because she had stayed out all night. With me.And okay, maybe I had pushed things a little too farâmaybe I had gotten caught up in her, in the way she looked at me, in the way she felt against me, in the way she trusted me.But I wasnât sorry about it.Not even a little.I shifted, staring up at the ceiling.It was fucking weird, this wholeâĶ thing
I wasnât stupid.I knew Iâd pushed my mom too far this time.I had broken curfew beforeâgotten a lecture, maybe lost my phone for a few daysâbut this?This was different.Because this time, I hadnât just come home late.I hadnât come home at all.And I knewâI knewâthat had scared her.Which meant I was in for hell.I exhaled slowly as I climbed the steps to my front porch after school, my heart pounding in my chest.It was ridiculous, really. I was sixteen, not some little kid afraid of getting grounded.But the moment I stepped inside and saw my mom waiting in the kitchen, arms crossed, eyes sharpâI felt sixteen.I felt guilty.And worst of all?I felt like a disappointment.I set my bag down slowly. âHi, Mom.âShe didnât return the greeting.Instead, she exhaled, shaking her head. âYou scared me, Sienna.âI swallowed. âI know.ââNo, I donât think you do.â Her voice was quiet, but firm. âDo you have any idea what itâs like to wake up and realize your daughter never came home?âMy st
I knew something was wrong the second I stepped into the school hallway the next morning.Sienna wasnât at her locker.She wasnât at her usual spot near the courtyard.And when I finally caught sight of her?She was avoiding me.I caught the hesitation in her steps when she saw me, the way she turned her head like she hadnât noticed me, the quick shuffle toward class.Like she was trying to escape.Not happening.I moved fast, closing the distance before she could disappear. âSienna.âShe froze.Then, with a deep breath, she turned to face me.Her expression was neutral. Too neutral.That was my first red flag.âWhatâs going on?â I asked, cutting straight to it.âNothing,â she said.Lie.I crossed my arms. âTry again.âShe shifted on her feet, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. âI justââ She sighed, then met my gaze. âI canât see you, Luca.âThe words hit like a slap.My entire body went tense. âWhat?ââMy momâsheâsââ She exhaled, frustrated. âShe banned me from seein
This was a terrible idea.A reckless, stupid, absolutely insane idea.But here I wasâstanding in my bedroom at ten oâclock at night, watching Luca climb through my window like he did this sort of thing all the time.âAre you actually insane?â I whisper-hissed, rushing to grab his arm before he tumbled straight onto my floor. âWhat if my parents hear you?âLuca grinned, completely unbothered. âThey wonât.ââYou donât know that!âHe shrugged, tossing himself onto my bed like he owned the place. âThen Iâll charm them.âI gawked at him. Charm them? He was out of his mind.I closed my window, heart pounding, and turned to glare at him. âLuca, you cannot just break into my room whenever you feel like it.âHe propped himself up on his elbows, gaze raking over me lazily. âSure, I can. And I will.âI exhaled sharply, crossing my arms. âYou are unbelievable.âHis lips twitched, and I knew he was about to say something ridiculous.âYou like it.âI threw a pillow at him.He caught it easily, laug
I knew I should have left.It wouldâve been the smart thing to do. The right thing.But Sienna was lying beside me, wrapped up in her blankets, staring at me with those big, stormy eyes, and I couldnât move.Didnât want to.âLuca,â she whispered, voice uncertain.I reached out without thinking, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek.She sucked in a breath.âTell me to go,â I murmured. âAnd I will.âHer lips parted.Silence stretched between us, thick with something neither of us wanted to name.Thenâso softly I almost didnât hear itâshe whispered, âStay.âAnd that was all it took.âI kissed her before I could stop myself.Soft and slowâlike I had all the time in the world.Sienna let out a tiny gasp, her fingers curling into my shirt, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away.That was all the permission I needed.I rolled her onto her back, caging her in beneath me, careful not to press my full weight against her.She tasted like strawberries and secrets, and I wanted to
The second I opened my eyes, panic punched me straight in the chest.Oh God.My dad was right downstairs.And Luca? Still in my bed.His arm was slung over my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. Completely relaxed. Like we hadnât just risked everything sneaking him into my room last night. Like we hadnât crossed a line I wasnât sure how to handle.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my heart to stop slamming against my ribs. This was bad. So so bad.I shifted, trying to move his arm off me without waking him up.Didnât work.Luca groaned softly, his grip tightening. âStop squirming,â he muttered sleepily, pressing his face into my shoulder.I froze.That voice.Deep. Raspy. Completely unaware of the full-blown meltdown happening inside me.âLuca.â I pushed at his arm. âYou need to go. Now.âHe sighed heavily, finally peeling his eyes open. They were so blue. Sleepy, but sharp. âRelax, Sienna.âRelax? I wanted to shake him.âRelax?â I hissed. âMy dad is downstairs.âLuca s
I felt it the second she stepped into the gym.It wasnât just an awarenessâit was a shift, a pull so strong I couldâve been blindfolded and still known she was there.I was mid-lift, muscles straining as I pushed through another set, when the air around me changed. I hesitated just slightly, barely enough for anyone else to notice, but inside, my body had already reacted. My grip tightened on the bar, heart rate kicking up for a different reason entirely.Sienna.I racked the weight, exhaling sharply as I sat up, wiping sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. The gym was packed, a mix of guys from our team and a few others who wanted to get in extra training. The music was loud, the air thick with the scent of metal and sweat.But all I saw was her.She was standing just inside the doorway, hugging herself, wearing one of those oversized hoodies that swallowed her small frame.She didnât belong here, and she knew it.I watched as she shifted awkwardly, eyes scanning the room l
(Siennaâs POV)The house was alive with laughter, the scent of fresh flowers and warm food mingling in the air as the guests arrived one after another. It felt surrealâthis moment, this day. A day that marked the beginning of something far greater than Luca and me. It was the start of a new legacy, a new generation.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace on my white and gold dress. The fitted bodice hugged my waist, the flowy skirt cascading down to the floor in elegant waves. It was tradition to wear white for purity, for new beginnings, and today, everything felt pure.âAre you ready?â Lucaâs voice came from behind me, deep and soothing.I turned, and there he wasâmy husband, the father of my children, the love of my life. He looked breathtaking in his custom-fitted navy-blue suit, the gold cufflinks matching the accents on my dress. His dark hair was styled to perfection, but it was his eyesâthe way they softened when they met mineâthat made my heart race.âAs
(Siennaâs POV)The house was finally quiet. It was a fragile silence, the kind that came after hours of soothing newborn cries, calming restless toddlers, and making sure everything was set for the next day. I stood at the doorway of the nursery, my fingers gripping the frame as I watched my daughters sleeping soundly in their cribs.Elena and Isabella.It still felt surreal, even though I had spent the past eight weeks holding them, feeding them, memorizing every little detail about their tiny features. The gentle rise and fall of their chests, the way Isabellaâs little fingers always curled around her sisterâs when they were placed beside each other, the way Elena would turn her head in search of my voice.A soft smile tugged at my lips.It wasnât just them that made my heart feel impossibly fullâit was everything. The house, now brimming with life. The sound of Matteo and Alessandroâs giggles echoing through the halls. The way Luca looked at me with a depth of love that made me wea
(Luca's POV) Sienna was asleep.After more than fifteen hours of labor, screaming, crying, and a near bone-breaking grip on my hand, she had finally drifted into a well-earned rest. Her body was utterly exhausted, her face soft in slumber, strands of hair still sticking to her forehead.But me? I couldnât sleep. Not even for a second.Because right in front of me, in the transparent bassinet beside Siennaâs hospital bed, lay our daughters.My daughters.I still couldnât wrap my head around it. It didnât feel real. How could it? One moment, it was just the two of usâjust me and Sienna, figuring out life, navigating chaos, and nowâĶ now there were four of us.My heart clenched.They were so tiny. So fragile.One of them let out a small, soft sigh in her sleep, her tiny fingers twitching before settling against the soft pink blanket wrapped around her. Her sister lay beside her, her lips pursed slightly, looking just as peaceful.Matteo had arrived with Alessandro a few hours ago, and af
(Luca's POV) Time had never felt so slow and so fast at the same time.The past eight months had been a whirlwind. From setting up the nursery to attending doctorâs appointments, every single day had been a countdown to this moment. And nowânow it was here.Sienna was in labor.And I was losing my goddamn mind.I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. I had planned, prepared, and memorized every step of the process. But all of that went out the window the second Sienna gripped my arm and gasped, âLucaâĶ my water just broke.âFor a solid five seconds, I stared at her like a complete idiot.Then chaos erupted.âOkayâokay! Weâre ready! We have the bag! We have theâwhereâs my phone?!â I patted down my pockets, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that I barely heard Sienna groan.âLuca,â she exhaled, gripping the kitchen counter as she breathed through a contraction. âStop panicking.ââIâm not panicking,â I lied, my hands shaking as I reach
(Sienna's POV) The news of our twin girls spread like wildfire. By the time Luca and I had finished calling everyone in our immediate circle, our families had already told their friends, and somehow, I suspected half the neighborhood knew too.Lucaâs mother had called againâtwiceâto ask if she could start planning the baby shower immediately. My own mother had sent me a list of name suggestions before I could even finish breakfast. Even Cassie had texted me with an absurd amount of baby girl outfits she wanted to buy.And through all of this, Luca looked like a man who had been hit by a freight train.âAre you okay?â I asked him as he slumped against the kitchen counter, staring at his phone.He let out a slow breath. âI just got a message from my uncle. He says congratulations, and that we should start looking into bulletproof windows for when the girls are teenagers.âI snorted. âHeâs not wrong.âLuca groaned, rubbing his face. âSienna, do you realize how much trouble Iâm in?âI ra
(Lucaâs POV)I didnât know how long I sat there, staring at the ultrasound screen like a man whoâd just had his entire world flipped upside down. Twin girls.Two.Jesus Christ.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I tried to process the reality of it. One baby had already been enough to completely wreck me in the best possible way, but two? I was so f***ed.Sienna was watching me, her fingers squeezing mine, probably waiting for me to say something more profound than the string of curses Iâd already let loose. But my mind was short-circuiting.Twin daughters.âLuca,â she murmured, her voice softer now, like she was worried about me.I shook myself out of the trance, blinking at her before looking back at the screen, where two tiny, indistinct shapes flickered with life. My daughters.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening with something dangerously close to tears. âTheyâre so small,â I rasped.Dr. Caldwell chuckled. âThatâs because theyâre only about ten weeks along. But I
(Siennaâs POV)I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers idly tracing the fabric of my nightgown. The past few months had been a whirlwindârecovery, adjusting back to normal life, and trying to find a sense of peace after everything weâd been through. Luca had been my rock, never leaving my side, always knowing exactly what I needed before I even said a word. And now, as the early morning light filtered through the curtains, I found myself staring down at the pregnancy test in my hands.Two lines.Two lines.I blinked. My breath hitched.No. This couldnât be right.I grabbed another test from the drawerâone of the fancy digital ones. My hands shook as I followed the instructions, waiting the agonizing minutes for the result.âPregnant. 3+ weeks.âA choked gasp left my lips. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.Pregnant.I pressed a hand to my stomach, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. We hadnât been trying, not exactly, but we also hadnât been preventing it. I
Luca's POV I never thought the sight of home would make my chest ache the way it did today. As the car rolled up the driveway, the massive wrought-iron gates slowly opening, I tightened my grip on Siennaâs hand.âWeâre here, baby,â I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.Her head rested against the seat, exhaustion still etched into her delicate features, but when she lifted her gaze to meet mine, I saw something thereârelief. Hope. A softness that had been missing for too long.She smiled, small but real. âHome,â she whispered, as if testing the word on her tongue.It had been months of uncertainty, months of fighting battles that neither of us had been prepared for. The long nights in the hospital, the painful procedures, the endless waiting for answers that never seemed to come fast enough. But we had made it through.And now, we were finally back where we belonged.The front door swung open before the driver even fully stopped the car. My mother rushed out first, wiping her ha
(Siennaâs POV)The hospital doors slid open, ushering in a crisp breeze that smelled like rain-soaked pavement. It was the scent of freedom, of normalcy, of the life we had fought so hard to return to. After what felt like an eternity inside these sterile white walls, we were finally walking out as a family again.Luca held Matteo in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to our sonâs temple. Matteo had always been a light sleeper, but today, exhaustion had won, and he rested against his fatherâs chest, his small fingers curled into the fabric of Lucaâs hoodie. Alessandro clutched my hand tightly, his grip firm as if he were afraid someone would try to pull us back inside. He had been so strong through all of this, stronger than any five-year-old should ever have to be.Outside, Dr. Caldwell and Dr. Moreau stood near the entrance, watching us go.âRemember,â Dr. Moreau said, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, âhis immune system is still delicate. Keep him away from crowded places for