“Did you sleep well, vita mia?” I narrow my eyes at him and point at the small bundle he’s holding on his chest. “Stop stealing my baby.” From the moment we came home from the hospital a month ago, Salvatore has been using every opportunity he can to sneak into the nursery, take Mia, and carry her around with him everywhere. His explanation—she likes sleeping in his arms better than in the bed. And if it wasn’t enough, he’s been the one holding her while she’s awake, too. All. The. Time.
