Epilogue: one year later
“I swear I’m going to murder him,” Adele’s voice carried over the phone as Giada sat on a pool lounger watching the town’s nieces and nephews take turns getting thrown into the deep end of the pool by Sarre and Luigi.
“Adele, it’s not so bad.”
“I barely missed two periods,” she griped furiously, “and he won’t let me out of bed. Even Swifty wasn’t so bad with Silver and Aliana is still working and she’s nearly ready to pop!”
“Stuff it,” Giada said bluntly, “when you’re on baby number two in a year, you can complain. Until then, save it.”
“Sarre lets you do things, Giada. I’m not allowed to walk to the toilet. He threatened to give me a bedpan!”
“Adele, your husband is merely being protective,” Sarre leaned over Giada’s lounger, “I did tell him if anything happ
