Sun of My Life

Chapter Nineteen

Adrien

"Oh, she's such so precious, isn't she?" I could hear Chiara cooing and playing with the baby from across the room. "Adrien, look how cute she is, my god."

She came and plopped down next to me. The baby in her hands was so tiny, her ginger hair light and long, and big green eyes that seemed a little grey. She was all her mother. Roisin sat next to her husband across from us, fawning over the gifts Chiara bought her.

"She's beautiful," I spoke, running my finger across her cheek. The baby made a cooing sound and Chiaras' face lit up.

"Awe, she likes you."

I thought seeing Lorenzo would be annoying since our hatred was stronger than anything, but once I stepped in, he's been pretty relaxed. I don't think he liked to be that macho, mafia man around his wife and child.

I respected it. Once he saw how Chiara and I were, I think he sort of just calmed down and stopped doubting my love for her. Antonio came and stood in front of us.

"I want one."

"Want what?" I asked.

"A baby sister."

"Jesus," Chiara whispered under her breath. "I thought we talked about this."

They did? When?

"I told you when the time is right." She said.

She got up when Aine started to cry and handed her to Roisin who excused herself to nurse. There was a knock on the door and Chiara ran to open it so she could avoid this conversation with Antonio.

Her parents walked in, and she squealed when she saw them. After hugging them for ten minutes at the door, they walked in and two men walked in after them holding bags, gift boxes, and presents.

"Proprio qui." Don Carlo spoke pointing and the men placed everything there.

(Translation: Right here.)

The men nodded their heads in respect to him, his wife, and even to Lorenzo before leaving the house.

"Mamma, enough presents." Lorenzo scolded lightly as he got up to kiss her cheeks and hug her.

"Do not tell me I can't spoil my granddaughter. Questo è ridicolo." She shoved him and walked over to Antonio and me. "Adrien." She greeted me politely and bent down to my son's level. "Do you remember me?"

(Translation: How ridiculous.)

"Nonna."

She melted, pulling him in for a tight hug. "Solo l'angelo più carino."

(Translation: Just the cutest angel.)

"Mr. Serrano." Don Carlo extended his hand, and I shook it firmly.

"Don."

Chiara and her mother disappeared into the kitchen to make some coffee taking Antonio with him.

"Don Carlo, I have a need to ask you something, but I don't want to upset you."

"Is my daughter all right?" He asked sitting up.

"She's fine. I just want to know one thing. The people that kidnapped her all those years ago. Are they dead?"

He stiffened and I saw Lorenzo give me an odd look.

"No, I never found out who took her." His hands formed fists over his thighs. "By the time I found my little girl....no one was there."

Lorenzo squeezed his shoulder. "I tried looking for anything to lead me back to them. We all did. Nothing."