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Epilogue

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                                                                                                   Dario:

"She's growing up so fast"  Emilia says next to me. I give my wife a playful look, nudging her arm as we look at our daughter,who's craddling her 2 year old in her arms. I beam at the sight, sighing. "You mean she's grown up so fast" I correct. She rolls her eyes, a tear escaping. 

 "She's still our baby" she chuckles, and I wipe away the tear with my thumb. Watching Lucia grow has defently made an impact on me, and taught me many things.

"Mom!Dad!" Lucia waves us over for a picture, handing Ella(our granddaughter) to Marco. Marco who I used to secretly not love, but probably because he reminded me of my father the first time we met. Dark hair, tall, muscular ad firm, yet he seemed nervous as hell when he took Lucia on their first date.

  Now look at him, they've ben married for four years, and I couldn't be more proud of Lucia. She holds her pregenant stomach lightly, angeling the phone so the gender reveal cake is shown. "cheese!" 

I grin, squeezing Emilia's shoulder. "Still okay love?" I ask lowly in her ear. She nods, pressing a kiss to my lips. "I love you" she smirks when I pass her a wine glass. "It took wine for you to say that?" I ask dramatically pressing a hand to my chest. 

She laughs, slapping my arm. "I love you always" she corrects. I nod, satisfied,pressing a kiss to her lips.

                                                                                            𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂

"IT'S A BOY!" I shriek. Marco laughs, wrapping his arms around me before kissing me. I giggle, putting a piece of the blue vanilla cake in his mouth. He hums, spinning our daugther Ella around. She yells, throwing her hands in the air while giggling. 

"Papa-I want.. fwuit!" she points at the fruit fountain, and Marco walks her over. I stare at them, biting back a smile. 

Being married to Marco has been one of the best things in my life, and now I get why mom and dad acted and still act like love sick puppies all the time. We wake up early everyday for work since Marco's a doctor, and yet we sneak in dancing sessions in the kitchen with Ella, spinning her around on the counter as we make pancakes.

He'll wake me up by kicking me off the bed sometimes, and i'll admit I have broken a couple hips bones while at it. I giggle at the thoughts,shaking my head.

"You're getting old" A voice says behind me. I turn around to see my best friend, dressed in the dress I recomended she'd wear today. "Bec!" I grin, hugging her. She presses a kiss to my head, squeezing me. 

"How's the nugget?" she asks beaming. I wiggle my brows. "Which one?" "Both" I look back at Marco and Ella, who are now talking to Rocco, who's forever convinced me to call me him so.  "They're..great" I sigh happily. She grins and runs a hand through her hair, her diamond ring glistening on her ring finger. 

    "How's he?" I whisper pointing at Luca.Luca basically lives at her house, and I don't have a problem with it. Him and Marco are attached at the freaking hip since we were at the prep. "Yesturday we argued about what kind of mushrooms are better" she makes a face, like she knows it's stupid. I laugh, doubling over. 

"Oh my-gosh that's so Luke of him" I reply. She nods, rolling her eyes with a hint of a smile. Luca and Rebecca had gotten married a year before us, probably because they couldn't keep their hands off each other any longer.

"I just threaten Marco with no physical touch for a month if he pisses me off" I shrug casually, making her laugh. "I shall try that" we laugh, looking around as everyone talks and chatters. Our family. The one I love so much, and the one that keeps growing.