Disney Pixar Luca Giulia Novels & Stories

She really liked Malia's loud voice. "Luca? Where's Loui?" Leona asked Luca, who was busy drawing endless straight lines on his 10-inch smart device. "Following the witch girl. I don't know her name, sorry." said Luca without taking his eyes off the screen of his smart device. "Does Loui want to read Lyla's mind? Why did he bother following her?" Malia asked innocently.

"It's not exactly the one in Florida, but I think the one in Paris will do. What do you think?" Giulia let out a scream of joy and jumped into my lap with force, almost knocking the envelopes over. "AAAAAAH! DADDY! WE'RE GOING TO DISNEY! REALLY? FOR REAL?" "For real, my princess," I murmured, laughing as I spun her in the air. "But only if you promise to behave, because it's a plane trip and…" "I PROMISE!" she shouted, not even letting me finish. Isabella laughed, emotional. She came closer, trying to contain her smile, and stroked Giulia's hair, who was now between us.

“You’re the bosses who… swept my son off his feet.” Alexander met his eyes steadily. “We love Luca, Mr. Moretti. More than anything.” Julian nodded. “He’s our partner. Our equal. We’re committed for life.” Marco leaned in, teasing. “Heard about the gala. Bold move, lads.” Sofia winked at Luca. “About time you brought home someone…..er, someones….worth it.” Maria’s eyes misted. “As long as he’s happy. That’s all we want.”

I stood at the gate watching them go, heart doing that nervous flutter it always did when my girl was out of sight. They came back a few hours later, Livia clutching a tiny wooden sword painted bright red and a bag of sticky pastries. Her face was smeared with chocolate and pure joy. “Luca let me pick anything!” she announced, waving the sword like a knight charging into battle. “And he carried me on his shoulders when my legs got tired!” Luca looked a little sunburned, a little proud, and a lot relieved. “She’s got opinions. Strong ones.”

“It’s not… it’s complicated, Sasha. That part of my past—” “Enough!” Luca snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. “You’ve lied to her long enough. And now, it’s time for her to know the truth.” He looked directly at Sasha, his voice dripping with false compassion. “He was with someone else, Sasha. The woman in Paris? She wasn’t just a passing fling. She was—”

Luca put on a superhero movie he seemed particularly fond of, and grabbed a couple of throws, putting one across my lap before relaxing back next to me. Jess and Quentin came up not long after, both of them give us a quizzical look, "Wow, they actually let you out on your own?" Jess said, teasing. Luca frowned sightly at that, "They got called away, something urgent. Thane gave me pup sitting duty."

Something flickered in his eyes — guilt, hesitation, maybe fear. He looked at me like he knew leaving would cost him something he couldn’t name. But then he said softly, “I’ll be home tonight. I promise.” And just like that, he was gone. Half an hour later, my phone buzzed. A message from Bianca. A video. I pressed play, my hands shaking. Luca was there, feeding their children. Bianca’s voice floated through the recording: “You bought her an island, Luca. I’m jealous. I want it for our twins’ birthday.”

How could I have let them believe that? Luca reached forward, his fingers coming out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re beautiful, Bella. And I want to have this life with you, if you'll have it. I can provide you with things that 99% of the people only dream of. I flinched away from his hands, but held my body tense, not daring to allow him to see my fear. “I don’t want your… gifts, Luca. I just want to be safe.”

Because right now… I don’t want to ruin this. Luca crouched down slightly to their level, his movements calm, controlled, like he didn’t want to scare them or push too much. “What are you guys doing?” he asked. “Hugging Auntie Kiki,” Jane replied proudly. “Yeah?” he said. She nodded. “Do you want to hug her too?” she asked innocently. My eyes widened slightly. “Jane—” But Luca just chuckled softly. “I think I’ll pass for now,” he said.

Luca and Emilia Luca: Emilia. Emilia: Why does this sound threatening already? Luca: I gave Sienna a key. Emilia: Emilia: WHAT. Luca: Relax. Emilia: Luca Moretti just handed a woman a penthouse key and told ME to relax? Luca: It was practical. Emilia: Oh my God you used the practical voice. Luca: She kept forgetting her keys. Emilia: So naturally you emotionally collapsed into domesticity.