CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE – A GOOD FATHER

In the car on the way home, Rebecca felt a weight lift from her shoulders. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she said, glancing at Luca. He smiled, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "Not at all. Though I think I prefer negotiating with rival families to sitting in that waiting room again." Rebecca laughed. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. And you have to admit, some of those other parents had some pretty funny stories." Luca's expression softened as he looked in the rearview mirror at Helena, sleeping peacefully in her car seat. "You know, I never thought I'd be here," he said quietly. "A father, worried about sleep schedules and feeding times. It's... surreal." Rebecca felt a rush of love for this man, this feared mafia boss who was turning out to be such a devoted father. "You're amazing at it, you know," she said. "Being a dad." He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "We're amazing at it. Together." As they pulled into the driveway of the Castelli mansi