FIORELLA BIANCHI
I walked downstairs with my kids, and we find daddy sitting alone at the bar, drinking his whiskey. He seems deep in thoughts that he does not even hear or see us. It has been a day since we got back, and damn, I have been so tired that I was locked in our bedroom sleeping when Chiara is sleeping, waking up to feed and bath.
“Hey, daddy,”
He quickly raises his head and smiles, taking my free hand, pulling me closer before he kisses my lips.
“Sorry, I was just thinking. When did you wake up?”
“It has been a while now. Are you okay; where is everyone?” I ask, giving him our daughter. I have to make food for Massimo because he was the one who woke me up to tell me that he was hungry.
“Mom and the twins took mom for a walk, and I gave mama Luisa a few days off,”
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