Christmas rolled around. The first Christmas for Nevio and Greta. The first Christmas as a part of the Falcone clan. After wishing Samuel a merry Christmas and not hearing anything in return, you went downstairs with Nevio and Greta. Remo was already in the living room with his brothers, discussing their plans for future races. After the Outfit attack, safety measures would have to be doubled.

Remo looked up when you entered. As usual, his expression stilled when he saw you and the twins, almost as if he still had a hard time trusting his eyes. “Can you watch them?” You asked as you headed toward them.

Nino sat beside Remo. Adamo and Savio were on the couch across from them. “Will you take Nevio?” You asked Nino who rose at once and took son from . Nevio didn’t mind, too fascinated by the tattoos on Nino’s arms. You moved closer to Remo. Greta was clinging to you, still shy around others. Remo gave a questioning look. He hadn’t held his daughter yet. The only person except for you who didn’t make Greta wail was Kiara.

He gently stroked her black tuft of hair then ran his hand down her back. His voice was low and soft as he spoke to her. “Greta, mia cara.”

Your heart seemed to skip a beat. It was the first time you heard Remo speak Italian. Your family had only ever spoken Italian when they were surrounded by outsiders, and you knew many families handled it the same way. You carefully untangled her from your neck and gave her to Remo. Her big dark eyes blinked up at him, and her face began to twist. Remo rocked her gently in the crook of his arm then lowered his face and kissed the top of her head. She let out a hesitant cry, as if she wasn’t sure if she wanted to wail or not. You handed him her favorite rattle, and he showed it to her. She reached for it, eyes already brightening, and he helped her shake it.

"She's beautiful." Remo whispered, tilting his head up to meet your eyes.