Chapter Two Hundred And Two
Malachi's POV
Christmas came to the Moretti estate like a storm of tradition and love.
I'd never experienced anything like it.
Growing up, Christmas at the Blackwood house meant formal dinners. Expensive gifts. Pa at the head of the table making business deals between courses.
This was different.
Signora Moretti had been preparing for weeks. The house was transformed. Lights everywhere. A massive tree in the main hall. Nativity scenes in every room. The smell of baking constant.
"This is insane," I told Alessandro as we carried in yet another box of decorations.
"This is Christmas. Wait until you see New Year's."
"There's more?"
"So much more."
Sophie and Camila were stringing lights in the garden. Alicia supervised from a chair, her hand resting on her stomach. She was twenty-two weeks now. Showing. Glowing.
Beautiful.
I'd never seen her this happy.
"Malachi!" Signora Moretti called. "Come help me with the presepe."
"The what?"
