AlessandraThe sun was streaming through the windows, warm and golden, illuminating the chaos of a living room. Matteo and Isabella were crawling around on a soft blanket, giggling and squealing as they discovered toes, fingers, and the occasional rogue toy.Kian was on the floor with them, strategically holding one while gently redirecting the other from a precarious stack of books. His eyes were wide with awe and slight panic, but mostly love. “…No, Matteo, the books are not edible,” he whispered, and Matteo promptly grabbed a corner and chomped anyway.I laughed, sitting cross-legged with Isabella on my lap, brushing back her wispy hair. “…He’s going to get his hands on everything, you know.”“…I know,” Kian muttered, eyes still on Matteo. “… I just can’t… I can’t let anything happen to them. They’re mine. All mine.”I smiled, shaking my head. “…Papa Bear never quits, huh?”He looked up at me, smiling softly, and kissed my temple. “…Never. But… I’m happy. Completely. And I love thi
Last Updated : 2025-10-26
