Luca's POV
I couldn't stop looking down at Mara and grinning from ear to ear. She sat through and even participated in a torture session. It sounds horrible, I know. But, it means she is more than ready to be my Queen. "Luca", Mara whimpered. "Yes, piccola?", I muttered. "Can you carry me, please? I don't think I can take another step", she whined in a small voice. My chest expanded with pride. She actually asked me to pick her up.
I carefully scooped her up and carried her across the threshold of our home. Of course, because it is early morning, my mother was at the front door waiting, with pure worry written on her face. "Bella, are you okay?", she asked anxiously. Bella? "Yes, ma. Just a little sore", Mara lied. "You must be hungry", ma said. "I made her eat breakfast at the hospital
