*Elio*
Cat left early in the morning to meet with her dress designer. I hoped she wasn’t too worried about Junior’s return. We talked about it and I’d tried to reassure her that I was handling things. I wanted her to just enjoy her day getting her wedding dress designed.
Anna was going with her to meet the designer and Matilde had an early morning appointment to attend to, so it was just me and my little girl.
By the time Emilia got up, Cat was long gone and I paused in making breakfast as I heard her start to cry over the monitor. She had just passed her eight-month mark, and I felt lucky to have the time to celebrate it with her.
It was something that Cat had left pouting about.
“Morning, princess.” I brushed my hands off on the apron I wore, smiling brightly as I approached Emilia’s crib.
Her eyes were puffy still, a little crust still shutting them closed and I gently washed her face for her until her bright green eyes were looking at me.
