the reminder of his heritage. He had a
huge Italian family behind him and the means to take Noah away
forever. She could never let that happen. What was she
doing?
She pushed her own guilt at what had happened
firmly back into the box she’d kept it in and slammed the lid on.
She had to make him leave.
“ Who's to say you’d have believed
me then? You didn’t believe me now until you had your piece of
paper, but suddenly you want him? Pleaaaase. Why? And in case you
don‘t know, you have absolutely no rights to him. None, do you hear
me?”
She jumped when Alex stood up so quickly his
chair went flying. Before she could blink he was in front of her,
his face furious as he pulled her roughly to her feet. He had an
iron grip on her upper arms, his thighs touching hers, his face
inches away from hers.
“ Damn you, Kitty. He. Is. My. Son!
I have a right to know him, and he has a right to know his father.
You can’t take this away from us. What did I ever do to you to make
you hate me so much?”
The despair in his voice seeped into Kitty,
even as her teeth were chattering. Alex shook her like a rag doll
in his frustration. “I need to see him, Kitty. I made a promise,
and thanks to you Pappa never met him, when he could have
done. “
“ A-Alex, you’re hurting me,” Kitty
managed to groan out through clenched teeth.
Alex swore a long furious string of Italian
and let go of her so abruptly she would have stumbled, had it not
been for Alex steadying her with trembling hands.
“ Hell, I’m sorry Kitty, I didn’t
mean… Fuck!” He stepped away from her, a horrified expression on
his face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just—”
“ Lummy, lummy… I … sclared… lummy…
nompsters.”
Kitty turned away from Alex, not before giving
him a shove. “Stay here!” She ran towards Noah’s room, where the
little boy was now crying in earnest.
****
Hell, what have I done? Bile rose in
Alex throat. He had never, ever laid a hand on a woman before. What
the hell was it about Kitty? She pushed all his buttons, and he
just had to make her see sense. Noah had stopped crying. Alex could
hear Kitty’s soft voice singing Noah a lullaby, and his feet moved
toward that sound of their own volition. He couldn’t have stayed
away if his life depended on it.
What he saw when he rounded the corner to
Noah’s room brought him to his knees. Kitty sat on Noah’s bed, his
tearstained face resting against Kitty’s bosom, one small hand
fisted in her top, his eyes slowly closing again. She rocked him
gently, singing an old lullaby that his own mother had used to sing
to him when he was little. She looked up with tender eyes, before
they narrowed to glare at him, and he turned around and walked back
to the living room . What the hell am I going to
do?
He wanted his son, and his mother certainly
wanted her grandchild. Noah was a Giovanni, and she would never
rest until she got what she wanted. And he couldn’t just be a
part-time father. That was not the way he was raised. But no way in
hell could he separate Kitty from their son. He picked up one of
the many pictures of Noah scattered all around Kitty’s small living
room. Noah as a baby, blowing out his first birthday cake with the
help of a smiling Kitty, his first steps. He had missed so much of
his son’s life.
How was he going to resolve this? He had to
keep his promise, and he had a decision to make; and Mamma, she
would never get off his case, or, heaven help him, off Kitty’s.
What was he going to do? And then it came to him; it was so simple
he almost laughed out loud. He had been going to stay with Irene
for the baby, wasn’t he? And even when he had thought himself in
love with his ex-fiancée he’d never felt as alive as he did
whenever he was with Kitty.
He looked up as Kitty walked back into the
room, her face weary.
“ You’re still here
then.”
“ Where else would I be,
baby?”
Kitty grimaced, and he smiled to himself when
she threw him a
huge Italian family behind him and the means to take Noah away
forever. She could never let that happen. What was she
doing?
She pushed her own guilt at what had happened
firmly back into the box she’d kept it in and slammed the lid on.
She had to make him leave.
“ Who's to say you’d have believed
me then? You didn’t believe me now until you had your piece of
paper, but suddenly you want him? Pleaaaase. Why? And in case you
don‘t know, you have absolutely no rights to him. None, do you hear
me?”
She jumped when Alex stood up so quickly his
chair went flying. Before she could blink he was in front of her,
his face furious as he pulled her roughly to her feet. He had an
iron grip on her upper arms, his thighs touching hers, his face
inches away from hers.
“ Damn you, Kitty. He. Is. My. Son!
I have a right to know him, and he has a right to know his father.
You can’t take this away from us. What did I ever do to you to make
you hate me so much?”
The despair in his voice seeped into Kitty,
even as her teeth were chattering. Alex shook her like a rag doll
in his frustration. “I need to see him, Kitty. I made a promise,
and thanks to you Pappa never met him, when he could have
done. “
“ A-Alex, you’re hurting me,” Kitty
managed to groan out through clenched teeth.
Alex swore a long furious string of Italian
and let go of her so abruptly she would have stumbled, had it not
been for Alex steadying her with trembling hands.
“ Hell, I’m sorry Kitty, I didn’t
mean… Fuck!” He stepped away from her, a horrified expression on
his face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just—”
“ Lummy, lummy… I … sclared… lummy…
nompsters.”
Kitty turned away from Alex, not before giving
him a shove. “Stay here!” She ran towards Noah’s room, where the
little boy was now crying in earnest.
****
Hell, what have I done? Bile rose in
Alex throat. He had never, ever laid a hand on a woman before. What
the hell was it about Kitty? She pushed all his buttons, and he
just had to make her see sense. Noah had stopped crying. Alex could
hear Kitty’s soft voice singing Noah a lullaby, and his feet moved
toward that sound of their own volition. He couldn’t have stayed
away if his life depended on it.
What he saw when he rounded the corner to
Noah’s room brought him to his knees. Kitty sat on Noah’s bed, his
tearstained face resting against Kitty’s bosom, one small hand
fisted in her top, his eyes slowly closing again. She rocked him
gently, singing an old lullaby that his own mother had used to sing
to him when he was little. She looked up with tender eyes, before
they narrowed to glare at him, and he turned around and walked back
to the living room . What the hell am I going to
do?
He wanted his son, and his mother certainly
wanted her grandchild. Noah was a Giovanni, and she would never
rest until she got what she wanted. And he couldn’t just be a
part-time father. That was not the way he was raised. But no way in
hell could he separate Kitty from their son. He picked up one of
the many pictures of Noah scattered all around Kitty’s small living
room. Noah as a baby, blowing out his first birthday cake with the
help of a smiling Kitty, his first steps. He had missed so much of
his son’s life.
How was he going to resolve this? He had to
keep his promise, and he had a decision to make; and Mamma, she
would never get off his case, or, heaven help him, off Kitty’s.
What was he going to do? And then it came to him; it was so simple
he almost laughed out loud. He had been going to stay with Irene
for the baby, wasn’t he? And even when he had thought himself in
love with his ex-fiancée he’d never felt as alive as he did
whenever he was with Kitty.
He looked up as Kitty walked back into the
room, her face weary.
“ You’re still here
then.”
“ Where else would I be,
baby?”
Kitty grimaced, and he smiled to himself when
she threw him a
Similar Books
