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141. Noah Calahan

Sitting at the table, I couldn't take my eyes off them.Giulia alternated between giving Serena small spoonfuls of soup and taking a bite herself, her hair falling over her face at times, which she pushed back with a delicate gesture.It was strange… and yet familiar.Watching the way she looked at our daughter — with so much care, so much attention — stirred something in me that I couldn't explain. She looked tired, even exhausted, but still, every movement she made was full of love.When we finished, Giulia picked up the plates and said, almost reflexively:"I'll clear the table."I stood up before she could take a second step."Let me do that," I said, taking the plates from her hands. "You've already done so much."She hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a small smile."Then I'll give her a bath," she said, adjusting Serena in her arms. "You can come later… the bathroom is at the end of

142. Noah Calahan

The morning light streamed through the enormous windows of the gallery, painting golden rectangles across the wooden floor. I stood there, in front of one of the canvases that would be part of my first solo exhibition, and yet, my mind was miles away."Noah, we need to finalize the sequence for the catalog," said Javier, my curator and right-hand man on this project. He held a clipboard full of notes, with the patience of someone who already knew me too well. "We also need to approve the promotional material that will go to the Madrid newspapers."I nodded, running my hand through my hair and trying to focus."Right…" I replied, but at the same time, an image took over my mind: Serena laughing in my lap, hugging the teddy bear I had bought the night before.It was surreal. For months, I believed I was alone in the world, trying to fill the void with brushstrokes, colors, and enormous canvases. Now, suddenly, there was a little girl with my eyes and

143. Giulia Benites

Friday dawned with the smell of fresh bread and the buzz of the city waking up. Friday was always the busiest day at the café — the offices in the area let their employees out early, and tourists filled the streets of Madrid looking for charming spots for photos and snacks.As soon as I arrived, I found Vicente with his apron half twisted and a desperate smile on his face."Good morning, Giu!" he said, almost shouting over the noise of the coffee machine. "You won't believe the line that formed before we even opened.""I believe it…" I laughed, tying my apron. "Friday is always an adventure."I started running from one side to the other, taking orders, checking tables, helping at the register. The smell of cappuccino and cinnamon filled the air, mixed with the sound of conversations in several languages and the doorbell that wouldn't stop ringing.I felt alive in these moments. The rush distracted me, made me forget for a few mo

144. Noah Calahan

The Madrid traffic seemed slower that afternoon, or maybe it was just my heart beating too fast, making every minute longer. I drove through the sunny streets with the windows open, letting the city's warm air in, and yet I felt a strange chill in my stomach.Since I hung up the call earlier, when Giulia confirmed that I could pick her up at the café, I couldn't think about anything else. I spent hours between canvases and brushes, trying to distract myself, but my thoughts kept returning to her… and to Serena.My phone vibrated every now and then with notifications from the gallery, messages from Javier about the catalog, and reminders about the exhibition, but nothing seemed as urgent as what was about to happen: being with them again.I parked the car on the narrow street where the café was located — that facade with flowers in the window and a beige awning that I would recognize anywhere. My heart raced even faster when I got out o

145. Noah Calahan

We climbed the steps of the old building, and each step seemed louder than usual. My heart beat hard, fast, as if I were running. Giulia stopped in front of the apartment door, searched for her keys in her bag, and gave me a quick, almost shy look."Are they home?" I asked, noticing the light under the door."Yes… Isa stayed with Serena after the park. My father went out to take care of some things, but he should be back later."She opened the door, and the familiar scent of home filled my senses. A light fragrance of baby powder, mixed with something sweet and fresh. It was simple, welcoming. The wooden floor creaked under our feet, and the late afternoon light came in through the balcony, illuminating the room with a golden glow.In the center of the room, there she was.Serena, sitting in the colorful playpen, playing with a cloth toy, with those chubby little hands and irresistible cheeks. As soon as she saw me, her little brown eyes spa

146. Giulia Benites

The night had a comfortable silence, interrupted only by the small sounds of the city coming in through the slightly open balcony. I sat on the living room rug, with Serena lying on a blanket, kicking her little legs and exploring the world with curious eyes. Noah knelt beside her, with an expression that mixed fascination and nervousness."Is she always like this before sleeping?" he asked, his voice low, as if afraid of startling her."Always," I replied, watching her little fingers try to grab the cloth toy. "It's as if she needs to burn off the last of her energy for the day."He smiled and ran his hand through his hair, his eyes fixed on his daughter. It was strange to see him there, so natural in that space that, until yesterday, had been only mine and hers."It seems like she has… a lot of energy," he made a funny face, and Serena let out a sound that was almost a laugh.My chest warmed and tightened at the same time. For a moment, I

147. Noah Calahan

The studio on the third floor of the gallery was bathed in that soft late-afternoon light, filtering through the large windows and illuminating the walls filled with canvases and brushes. The dense smell of oil paint mixed with the fresh air coming through the open window, creating an atmosphere of restless calm. I held the brush, but my eyes weren't focused on the canvas in front of me — they were lost in thoughts that kept swirling in my mind.Giulia and Serena. Those two lives had suddenly taken up an enormous space inside my heart and in my routine. Every memory brought a pang that mixed joy and pain, hope and fear.As I mixed the paints to create a perfect shade of blue, I reflected in silence: how could I fit these two people into my life, which until now had seemed so chaotic, but also so lonely? It was a challenge I didn't know if I was ready to face.But I couldn't run anymore.The teddy bear I bought that morning, hidden in the bag on the

148. Noah Calahan

I parked the car in front of the old building where Giulia lived, my heart racing as if it were the first time I was going to see them. I had spent the whole day thinking about the little one and how, suddenly, everything in my life seemed to revolve around her and Giulia.I rang the intercom, and her soft voice answered:"We're coming down!"A few minutes later, the building door opened, and there they were. Giulia, with her hair tied in a quick bun, carried the baby bag on her shoulder and a tired expression that was still beautiful. Serena, snug in her portable car seat, looked at me with those curious eyes that I already knew would undo me forever."Hi." I smiled, carefully picking up her car seat. "Can I carry her?""Of course." Giulia nodded and gave a shy smile. "But first we need to install the car seat."In the parking lot, she patiently showed me how to secure the seat in the back, adjusting the straps and checking that it was firm

149. Giulia Benites

The drive to the restaurant felt too short. The city was still alive around us, but for me, everything was silent. Every word from the doctor still echoed inside my head, mixed with the sound of the engine and the racing rhythm of my heart.Noah parked in front of a Spanish restaurant with a charming facade, red awnings, and sidewalk tables decorated with pots of lavender. He got out first and opened the door for me, always gentle, as if wanting to remind me that he was there, that he wasn't going anywhere anymore.We sat at a table in the back, more private, and the waiter brought the menus. I tried to focus on the options, but the food felt distant. All I could think about was the possibility of Serena being sick, the fragility of my little one, and the overwhelming guilt threatening to suffocate me."Giu…" Noah's voice broke my reverie. "I know you're worried."I nodded slowly, pressing my lips together."I can't stop thinking… wha

150. Noah Calahan

I drove in silence to Giulia's building, my heart still light from what we had experienced at the gallery. Seeing Serena playing among brushes, hearing her little giggles echoing in my studio… it felt like a dream I never wanted to wake from.When I parked, I helped Giulia with the car seat and carried Serena in my arms to the apartment door. The street was quiet, lit by the yellowish streetlights, and for a moment I felt as if we were in our own world."Thank you for today," Giulia said, holding the baby bag on her shoulder and smiling with that tiredness that only she could turn into beauty."Thank you," I replied, feeling the wonderful weight of my daughter against my chest. "It was the best day I've had in a long time."

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