Franco reaches down and picks up Augusto, then comes closer to me. There’s a proud smile on his face as he stares down at his heir, then his eyes flick to mine. “Hold him,” he whispers. I shake my head and take a step back. Franco gives me a look of warning. “Hold my fucking son, Renzo.” Reluctantly and very fucking awkwardly, I take the baby, instantly anxious I’ll drop him. Augusto makes a cute gurgling sound, and it looks like he’s smiling at me. Weirdly enough, I begin to feel calmer. When I aim to touch his chubby cheek, he grabs hold of my finger. Seeing his tiny hand holding mine, my
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