The sun wasn’t even fully awake yet, but I was. Somehow the baby had decided that dawn was the perfect time to start her day, and I was already halfway awake holding her against my chest.I shifted slightly in the bed, careful not to disturb her. Matteo was still sleeping on the chair beside us, head tilted slightly as if he had fallen into that deep, dreamless sleep only people who had carried the weight of the world could manage. I couldn’t help but watch him for a moment.His brow was relaxed, his jaw soft, and there was no hint of the tension that always seemed to shadow him. I smiled softly. For once, he didn’t look like a man who had to command everything around him to survive. He looked like a father.I shifted again, rocking the baby gently, and she let out a small coo. Her tiny hand found my finger and held on tight. I let out a soft breath.“Good morning, little troublemaker,” I whispered, brushing her fine hair away from her face. She didn’t respond, of course, but the move
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