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Sebastian.

I leaned my arm on the doorway and stared at the mother-son interaction in front of me. Ace laughed loudly as Isabella tickled his waist. I winced at that and immediately moved closer. My heart was unsettled by Ace's movements. I was afraid he would kick his siblings, who were still on his mother's belly.

"Poppa!" Ace yelled, but he moved to hug Isa.

She immediately hugged Ace back and kissed the top of his head.

I shook my head, taking Ace from his mother's arms. "It's dangerous, Ace. Don't hug momma recklessly from now." I said to him as I sat on the chair by the bed and put him on my lap.

"But why?" he asked with some annoyance.

Isabella chuckled, stroking Ace's hair, which had been partially shaven by my mom in Madrid yesterday.

"You didn't tell him?" I asked Isabella, holding back my amusement at Ace's confused expression.

Isa shook her head. She looked at Ace. "Ace..." her pale face painted a beautiful smile—the one I always mused about how it could drive me crazy. "