"Now that the war is over, what's next?"
I looked up from my phone and stared at my mother.
Yup, she had fully recovered and now had time to interrogate me. I had a feeling I knew where this conversation was heading.
"You seem much better."
"Of course I am."
I almost laughed. My mother could be sassy.
"Well, answer me."
"I focus on work." I shrugged. "And prepare for the next battle because they never end." I eventually added.
"I was thinking of something more domestic."
I arched a brow. "Domestic?"
"You and Mira have been married for a while now. It's about time you start trying for kids, don't you think?"
I swallowed. I was right. This was what she wanted to talk about.
"Kids," I repeated, dragging a hand over my jaw. "You don't waste time, do you?"
Donna Carmela arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You're not getting any younger, Jacopo. And Mira isn't either."
