Chapter 9 - The Baby Who Changed the Moretti Family
One year after our wedding, I discovered I was pregnant.
Adrian nearly dropped a glass when I told him.
“You're serious?”
I nodded.
His face changed.
He put the glass down.
Then he knelt in front of me.
“Are you happy?”
I laughed.
“Very.”
He put both hands gently against my stomach.
“There?”
“It's too early.”
“I know.”
He smiled anyway.
For a man feared by half of Chicago, Adrian became ridiculous around the baby.
He researched cribs.
He interviewed doctors.
He tried to baby-proof an entire mansion before I had reached my second trimester.
Lily teased him constantly.
“You're going to scare the baby before it can walk.”
Adrian answered seriously.
“I want to make sure it knows I'm dangerous.”
I laughed.
“You're hopeless.”
But there was another change.
Adrian started walking away from his old world.
Moretti Holdings remained legitimate.
He sold the clubs.
Closed questionable businesses.
Expanded the logistics arm.
He created scholarships.
He funded hospitals.
He wanted our child to inherit a name that meant something different.
One night, I asked him why.
He said:
“I spent my entire life building power because I thought power kept people safe.”
“And now?”
“Now I know people keep each other safe.”
I kissed him.
Our daughter was born in spring.
We named her Clara.
After my mother.
Adrian cried when he held her.
Actually cried.
I had never seen him cry like that.
He looked at me.
“She has your eyes.”
“She has your stubbornness.”
“She hasn't spoken yet.”
“She doesn't need to.”
Lily became the world's most overprotective aunt.
She bought Clara enough clothes to outfit a small boutique.
Ethan became the unofficial family babysitter.
And Adrian?
He became a father.
A real one.
Present.
Patient.
Human.
One evening, years later, we gathered for dinner.
Clara sat between us.
She asked:
“Mom, how did you meet Dad?”
I looked at Adrian.
He raised an eyebrow.
“This is your chance.”
I smiled.
“We met at a charity event.”
“Was Dad scary?”
I looked at him.
“Very.”
He laughed.
“Your mother thought I was rude.”
“You were rude.”
“I caught your champagne glass.”
“And then you acted like a hero.”
Clara giggled.
“Did you always love each other?”
I looked at Adrian.
“No.”
His eyebrow rose.
“I loved your father.”
I squeezed his hand.
“I just didn't know the whole story.”
Adrian kissed my fingers.
“And she gave me a second chance.”
Clara smiled.
“I like that story.”
“So do I,” Adrian said.
After dinner, we walked onto the balcony.
Chicago glittered below.
I leaned against Adrian.
“Do you ever think about what would have happened if I hadn't come back?”
“All the time.”
“What do you think?”
“I think I would have kept waiting.”
“You should have moved on.”
“I tried.”
“Really?”
“No.”
I laughed.
He kissed my forehead.
“You were always home.”
I looked at the city.
Seven years earlier, I had left Chicago convinced my life was over.
Now I stood there with my husband, our daughter, and my sister.
The woman who had once been the source of my heartbreak was now one of the most important people in my life.
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The man I had once believed betrayed me had become the most honest person I knew.
And the family I thought had destroyed me became the family I had chosen for myself.
