36: Massimo De Luca

Felicity

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"I’m ready to know everything about Papa," Andre said the moment I walked into his room to read him the bedtime stories. Though it was his birthday after three hours, we were not celebrating because he had school in the morning.

Moreover, he was still too young to wake up until twelve.

I lay beside him, bringing him close to me and inhaling his scent. "Mamma, you know very well that I end up sleeping quickly because of your scent and warmth," He complained, moving a little away from me. "And I’m not planning to go to sleep early tonight,"

"Hmm!!" I said that and pulled out my phone from my pocket. "Here. That’s the picture of your father," I muttered, showing Massimo’s picture to my pup.

No. I didn’t keep any of his pictures or anything from my past with me except André, of course. I downloaded his pictures from the Internet.

"Ooo… Papa is handsome!" He commented.

"He thinks the same about himself. His name is Massimo.

"Le Duca, I remember," He said, cutting me in between. "