Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Artemis

•Arabella DiStefano•

Here's the answer to something you might be wondering:

I'm not killing Valentina; she is mentally ill so we've checked her into an asylum. She was already diagnosed before the miscarriage but that event...enlarged the situation. It turns out my mother lured her in, filled her head with false promises and planned on killing her after the plan was executed. The plan being taking everything away from my family, taking over and killing my son apart from Valentina. It's all in security tapes we found at her office and texts between Emma and Russo.

She's already more stable and has begged for my forgiveness nonstop which I will grant as it will help her. Listen...this is hard for me; not being able to go through with my vendetta but family is way more important and Mariano is family so he is the sole reason why I'm acting like a sane woman for once.

"Hi, Chiara," I sat down on the grass beside her; her eyes were on the view as she held a green marker in her left hand; she's a lefty.

"Hi," she gazed at me and then put down the marker before placing her hands on my belly. "Can she heal us?"

"Yes, sweetheart, she can hear us," I ran my fingers through her hair thinking about Viola and how I wasn't able to keep her safe but this won't happen with Chiara.

"What's hel name?"

"I don't know, Apollo and I haven't talked about it yet. Anyway sweetheart, lunch is ready—"

"Arabella!" I heard Apollo shout.

"Here comes the chef," I whispered making her giggle. My eyes gazed over my shoulder to find Apollo walking towards us with a smile on his face "I'm done with the salad."

"Awesome, help me up," I showed him my hands and he pulled me up without trouble. "Let's go, sweetheart," I offered her my hand and she took it without hesitation.

We have a different therapist coming over to treat Chiara; she's doing so great and Napoleon loves her so much and so do the twins and Valentina (Armani's daughter). They're best friends.

Back in the house everyone was taking their places at the table except for Emiliano who was helping Apollo in the kitchen and Angela just because she likes to see her man cook.

"Hey, baby," I cleared my throat scratching the back of my right ear nervously "we should talk about baby names tonight, how does that sound?"

"Like a date," a big smile played on his lips.

"I'll bring the condoms then," I joked.

Hubby patted my belly "A little too late."

"Shut up," I slapped his hand away "she can hear you."

The rest of the day we spent it with the family. Chiara fell asleep around 7:30 pm whereas Napoleon was up until 11:30 pm belting out Gaston with his father. Mariano came to say good night around 10 pm with sleeping twins in his arms, Angela said sorry in advance for the noise and the others were out clubbing.

"Alone, at last," Apollo slithered under the sheets and placed his hand on my right boob "your belly feels good."

I rolled my eyes "Bitch."

"Yes I am your bitch, bitch but you are my bitch, bitch," our gazes crossed "I wuv you."

"Did you water your plants?" My right eyebrow arched.

"OH NO!" He jumped off the bed and rushed out to the balcony. "This is the third time in a row!" The man flashed his way through the room and into the bathroom to fill his watering pot. "I'm coming, babies!" Surprisingly he didn't make a mess on the floor.