Yo, what's up Wattpad fam? Let me spill the tea on my crazy life in "His Possession." So, I just got back from a wild vacation in Brazil, and guess what? I came home to my two lovely assassin friends - Carla and Veronica. Now, Carla, she's a total p...
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As I settled into the rhythm of nursing João, Luca couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him. His pride radiated like a beacon, illuminating the room with the warmth of a new father utterly captivated by his son.
"Luca, darling, you look like you just discovered a secret portal to happiness," I teased, glancing up from our little nursing session.
He grinned, that unmistakable Romano charm on full display. "Adriana, my love, witnessing you and João is like witnessing magic. Our little family is a masterpiece, and I'm the luckiest man alive."
I chuckled, the tenderness in his words wrapping around me like a cozy embrace. "You're laying it on thick, Romano. But I must admit, our little João has a front-row seat to the Luca Romano charm festival."
Luca winked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Can't blame the kid for wanting the best view in the house."
As João contentedly nursed, Luca couldn't resist reaching out to gently stroke his tiny fingers. "Look at those hands, Adriana. Our boy is destined for greatness. Perhaps a future piano virtuoso or an Italian chef who can rival my Nonna's recipes."
I chuckled at his imaginative predictions. "Or maybe a Brazilian soccer legend, dazzling the world with his footwork."
Luca nodded thoughtfully. "Ah, a Brazilian maestro on the soccer field. I can see it now."
We continued to share these light-hearted musings, enveloped in the sweetness of our newfound parenthood. The room echoed with the soft sounds of João nursing, a melody that intertwined seamlessly with Luca's whispered promises of adventures, laughter, and an endless love that would shape our family's story.
And in that quiet moment, as the world outside faded away, I couldn't help but marvel at the magic of our little family—Luca, João, and me—a trio destined for a lifetime of joy, laughter, and, of course, the enchanting charm of Luca Romano.
As João peacefully dozed off in my arms, I couldn't help but admire the adorable Prada onesie Luca had picked out for him. The tiny garment seemed to embody the essence of a Romano family fashion statement.
"Luca, darling, this Prada onesie is just too cute. I swear João might outshine us in the fashion department," I teased, carefully adjusting João's sleeping form.
Luca chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, it's essential to start him on the path of sartorial excellence early, don't you think? A little Romano flair from day one."
I nodded, a playful grin dancing on my lips. "Absolutely. Our boy's wardrobe is already stealing the spotlight, and he hasn't even developed his fashion opinions yet."
Luca leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on João's forehead. "Fashion sense is in his blood. Prada onesies today, bespoke suits tomorrow."
I laughed, imagining our little one navigating the world in miniature tailored suits. "Luca, are you plotting our son's fashion empire already?"
