CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT – BABY BLUES

As Rebecca entered her third trimester, her mood swings became increasingly unpredictable. One sunny afternoon, Luca found her in the kitchen, happily humming as she baked cookies. "Something smells delicious," he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Rebecca beamed at him. "I'm making your favorite! Chocolate chip with a hint of orange zest." Luca kissed her cheek, savoring the moment of domestic bliss. But as he reached for a warm cookie, Rebecca suddenly swatted his hand away. "Luca Castelli!" she exclaimed, her eyes flashing. "Those are for the meeting with the Rossi family later. Don't you dare touch them!" Luca blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift. "I'm sorry, amore. I didn't realize—" "Of course you didn't realize," Rebecca huffed. "You never realize anything these days. I'm carrying your child, the least you could do is pay attention!" Luca opened his mouth to respond, but Rebecca had already turned back to her baking, muttering under her breath about incon