Lucca returned with Ara, who was in better condition, her eyes closed. When he saw her, he stopped; he was about to turn back, but heard her voice.

—Lucca…

—Little one —Lucca stepped toward her—. How do you feel? Does it hurt much?

—No, they’ve already given me painkillers. How’s the baby?

—I don’t know yet, they still have him inside. I just told the guys that everything went well; they were worried.

—But it’s almost three in the morning.

—Yes, but they won’t leave the waiting room. —Just then, the door opened and a nurse entered with a small bundle in her arms.

—Mrs. Moretti, we’ll take you to your room now. Take your baby.

—I’ll take him, give him to me. —Lucca received little Lucien in his arms, and a smile spread across his face.

—He’s so perfect. —The orderlies wheeled Aracely’s bed to the room, where a small crib and their things were ready. Once she was settled, Lucca handed her the baby. Ara looked at him with so much love and happiness.

—Nurse, could you please let the peopl