CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWO – THE FIRST WEEKS

The next morning, Rebecca awoke to an empty bed and the sound of frustrated muttering from the nursery. She padded down the hall to find Luca standing over the changing table, surrounded by a sea of discarded diapers and wipes. "Having some trouble?" she asked, trying not to laugh. Luca whirled around, his hair disheveled and a wild look in his eyes. "How does something so small produce so much... stuff?" Rebecca moved to his side, surveying the carnage. Helena lay on the changing table, kicking her legs happily, blissfully unaware of her father's distress. "Here, let me show you," Rebecca said gently. She demonstrated the proper technique, narrating each step. "See? Not so bad once you get the hang of it." Luca watched intently, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I've dismantled rival organizations with less effort than this." Just as Rebecca finished securing the clean diaper, Luca's phone blared to life. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening. "I have to take th