Adriana's POV.I lay in bed beside Vincent, my head resting lightly against his shoulder as soft laughter filled the room.We had been talking for a while now, going back and forth about baby names. It started as a simple conversation, but somehow it turned into playful arguments, teasing, and laughter.“Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head as I looked up at him. “You are not naming my child Alessandro the Third.”He smirked slightly. “It’s a strong name.”“It’s an old name,” I corrected. “Our child is not a retired mafia boss.”That made him chuckle.The sound was soft, rare and real.I hadn’t heard him laugh like this in a long time.“You’re impossible,” he said, glancing down at me.“And yet, you married me,” I replied.There was a brief silence after that. Not uncomfortable. Not tense. Just quiet.His hand moved slowly, resting over mine, and without thinking, I guided it down to my stomach.A small smile touched my lips.“Our baby,” I whispered softly.Vincent didn’t respond
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