VIOLETA
“Babe, come to bed,”
I quickly jump up from the rocking chair, startled by Pablo’s voice dropping the nursery storybook for kids. I must have dosed off as soon as Dante fell asleep in the incubator while I was reading him a story. He is such a sweet boy, and it feels so surreal that I have a baby. I cannot even stay away from him for too long. I love him so much; he just brings me joy.
“I am sorry. Did I scare you, baby?” Pablo asks.
“A little, but I am fine. Where is Mia?”
“I just put her to sleep. Time for you to go to bed now,”
I turn my face to Dante and my heart pains immediately because I have to leave him.
“No, come on, Vee… stand up and go have a proper sleep. You have been up the whole day; at least take the rest of the night out of here and go to sleep; I wil
