#Chapter 290 – Rest

Kent sighs, shaking his head after Natalia as Nonna crosses the room, smiling at me so happily that her eyes nearly close with her joy. She murmurs softly to me in Italian, reaching for the baby, who I pass willingly into her arms. “Welcome to the family, Fay,” Bianci says, his voice still a little bitter as he walks over to us, glancing at Daniel and then back to me. “Though, in a different role now.” “Thank you, Don Bianci,” I murmur, genuinely meaning it as Nonna fusses over my child, rocking him and pulling his little blanket back so she can see all of his face. “You are a daughter now,” he says seriously, raising an eyebrow at me. “It will take time to build trust again, you and I. But,” he shrugs, nodding towards his wife. “She demands peace, which will give us the time.” “Peace,” Nonna says in English, nodding seriously, which makes me smile again. She grins back at me and reaches out a hand to brush against my cheek. “You,” she says in hesitating English, holding my gaze. “