The morning light seeps through the massive glass windows of the villa, casting golden reflections on the crumpled sheets. I turn my head slightly, my fingers sliding over the empty space beside me. Cold.
Alessandro is already gone.
A sigh escapes my lips as I slowly sit up. My rounded belly tightens slightly with the movement, and I instinctively run my hand over the taut skin beneath my pajamas. Two more months before our baby arrives, yet every day, my instincts scream at me not to lower my guard.
I push back the covers and leave the bedroom, my bare feet brushing against the cold parquet floor.
The scent of coffee lingers in the air as I step into the living room.
Mila is sitting on the rug, a steaming cup of tea in her hands, while Leo runs around her, laughing. He holds a small toy car, rolling it enthusiastically across the floor.
— Faster, Mama!
I smile as I join them, placing a kiss on his dark head.