CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THREE – THE DON’S WIFE

As they made their way back to their bedroom, Rebecca couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought them here. From that fateful day in the bakery in Gilda's Bay to the chaos of their early days in Florence, to the calm of this moment – it had been a wild ride. "What are you thinking about?" Luca asked as they settled into bed. Rebecca curled into his side, relishing his warmth. "Just... everything. How much our lives have changed. How perfect this feels, despite all the craziness." Luca pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I never thought I'd have this," he admitted. "A family, a life beyond the family business. You've given me everything, Rebecca." She smiled up at him. "We've given each other everything. And now we have Helena. Our little miracle." In the quiet of the night, with Luca's steady heartbeat beneath her ear and the soft sounds of Helena's breathing through the baby monitor, Rebecca felt a sense of peace she'd never known before. This was