*Two Months Later*
*Elio*
“Ready to go?” I asked with a smile, leaning against the door to our bedroom.
“Almost,” Cat whispered, glancing up at me from where she lay on the bed, on her side with our sleeping daughter tucked sweetly to her chest. I chuckled at her reluctant expression, the adoration she felt for Emilia able to be seen by anyone who saw this heartwarming scene.
But this tender moment was only for us.
“I don’t wanna leave her.” Cat sniffed, brushing her tears from her eyes with her free hand.
I understood her emotional response. After all, this was the first time she’d be leaving Emilia since she was born.
I brushed my hand over Emilia’s soft hair. She was conked out, holding her mom’s hand tightly and stuffing it into her mouth, a habit she had yet to break. When it wasn’t Mama’s hand, it was my curly hair.
