ANASTASIA FERRARI
“Hey you, baby. Why didn’t you wake me up? What time did you wake up?” I played with Leon’s tiny hands, showering him with a thousand kisses on his face, and sweetly laughed, but not too loud.
Maurizio is not in bed. Did he come home last night?
I was about to get out of bed when I found him sleeping on the one-seater sofa. He slept sitting on the sofa next to our bed. Did he pass out or did he purposely sleep here?
“Look at your Papa, Bambino. How do we explain this?”
“Papa,” Leon calls Papa for the first time.
“Yes, Papa my love. Call Papa to wake up,”
“Papa,”
Maurizio shifted a bit and opened his eyes slowly.
“Did I hear you say, Papa?” Maurizio asks, stretching himself.
“And why did you decide to sleep on the couch, Mr? The bed is big enough to fit this
