POV: Sofia
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Six weeks in, Luna smiled.
Not the reflexive gas smiles of a newborn. A real smile. Directed at Antonio, who was making faces at her while I changed her diaper.
I froze. "Did she just—"
"She smiled." Antonio's voice was wonderstruck. "Sofia, she smiled at me."
I watched him pick her up, hold her close, press his face to her hair.
"She smiled at you," I agreed.
"She smiled at me."
He was crying. I'd seen Antonio cry twice—once when we reconciled, once when Luna was born. This was the third time.
I crossed to them, wrapped my arms around both of them.
"She knows her father."
"I want to frame this moment." He laughed, wet. "I want to remember it forever."
"Write it down. Take a picture. Whatever you need." I kissed his cheek. "But she's going to smile again. A lot. You're going to get so many smiles you won't know what to do with them."
"Impossible."
He held Luna up, looked at her.
"You're going to be trouble," he told her. "I can already tell. You're going to wrap me around your finger and never let go."
Luna smiled again.
"Trouble," I agreed.
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ANTONIO
I did write it down.
The date. The time. The way the light was coming through the window. The sound of Sofia's laugh when Luna smiled. All of it.
I put it in a box with her hospital bracelet, her first onesie, the first book Sofia read to her. A box of firsts that I was going to fill for the rest of my life.
"You're sentimental," Sofia said, watching me organize it.
"I'm a father."
"Same thing."
I looked at her, at the woman who'd given me everything, and pulled her close.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"For what?"
"For this. For her. For not giving up on me."
She kissed me, soft and deep.
"I'm not going anywhere."
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SOFIA
Sasha's baby came a month later.
A boy. Big, healthy, with Marco's eyes and Sasha's stubborn chin. We visited them in the hospital, Luna in my arms, Sasha exhausted and glowing.
"She's huge," Sasha said, looking at Luna.
"She's three months old."
"She's huge. And beautiful." Sasha held out her arms. "Let me hold her."
I put Luna in her arms. Watched my friend look at my daughter like she was something precious.
"You're going to be so spoiled," Sasha told her. "Two sets of parents who love you. Two families who would do anything for you."
"One family," I said.
Sasha looked at me.
"We're family," I said. "All of us. That's what we built."
She smiled, tears in her eyes. "Yeah. I guess we did."
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ANTONIO
The baptism was at St. Leonard's.
The same church where Sofia and I had married. Where generations of Matteos had been baptized, married, buried. Where I'd stood with my mother's ring in my pocket and terror in my heart, watching my wife walk toward me.
Now I stood at the altar with my daughter in my arms, Sofia beside me, our families behind us.
"You okay?" Sofia whispered.
"More than okay."
Luna wore a white dress that had been Elena's, then mine, now hers. She was quiet, watching the candles with wide eyes, like she knew something important was happening.
The priest spoke. Water touched her forehead. She didn't cry.
"Luna Rose Matteo," the priest said. "You are sealed by the Spirit."
I looked at Sofia. She was crying. So was Elena. So was Carlo, in the front pew, pretending he wasn't.
I held my daughter closer and made a silent promise.
I will protect you. I will love you. I will give you everything I never had.
I will be the father you deserve.
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SOFIA
After the baptism, we gathered at the house.
The garden was in full bloom—roses from Antonio's mother, tomatoes from my grandmother's seeds, flowers Luna would grow up knowing the names of. Tables filled the yard. Music played. Children ran through the grass.
Elena found me on the porch, watching it all.
"She would have loved this," Elena said.
"Your mother?"
"Our mother." Elena smiled. "She always wanted this. A house full of family. A garden full of flowers. Children running through the grass." She looked at me. "You gave her that. Even after she was gone."
I took her hand. "We gave her that. All of us."
Elena squeezed my hand. "She would have loved you. You know that, right?"
"I hope so."
"I know so." Elena looked at Antonio, holding Luna, showing her something in the garden. "You made him human. That's more than anyone else ever could."
I watched my husband the man who'd been a monster, then a husband, now a father and felt my heart overflow.
"He made me human too."