*Olivia*

I levered myself slowly down into a chair in the kitchen, running my hand over my swollen belly with a soft smile. Across the room, Gio, the lines in his face deeper than when I met him, swung our eldest through the air while he giggled in pure delight.

Little Enzo would be turning three at the end of the month, but he still loved the game he pronounced “ay-play” instead of airplane. Gio looked up suddenly and caught me watching. I waved sheepishly, ...