Luciano had walked into Valentina's room with a purpose.
At the moment, he almost couldn't remember what that purpose really was.
His mind was more focused on what he had seen.
Last he remembered, her breasts weren't that huge.
Then again, she wasn't breastfeeding at the time.
"Hello?"
Her voice expelled him from his running thoughts, and he cleared his throat.
"You barged into my room."
"You're in my home. I can do whatever I want," he replied combatively.
Valentina's head doubled back, and then she chuckled. "Fair enough. What do you want?"
"I heard–" he cleared his throat again when from the corner of his eyes, he saw two cribs. "I heard you claimed I'm the father of your babies."
"Claimed?" She thought in her mind, very much appalled by that word. "So you're here to see them?" She asked him.
"No. I'm here to confirm that they're actually mine. You know your word of mouth can't be trusted."
"I see," she chortled dryly.
