CHAPTER 41 - HE’S MY DADDY—I MISS HIM

BIANCA’S POV

I was momentarily thrown into contemplation. Why would Luca ask such a question? I had already previously told him that Matteo was his father, way back since Matteo’s wedding, and my son was neither forgetful nor stupid. So why was he asking me this so seriously?

I told him that Alessandro wasn’t his father just as Darren entered, and my little munchkin looked at me with grievous eyes. I couldn’t blame him—I wished Alessandro was his father too, instead of Matteo. But did it really matter who his father was as long as he had me?

“Mommy, I look a lot like Daddy,” Luca said slowly, as though he were a fifty-year-old man speaking to a two-year-old. I regretted letting him and Darren hang out so much—his sass had completely rubbed off on my baby.

“Not really. You look like me. You barely look like your father,” I said gently as Darren began driving. I hadn’t even realized we were already moving because of the bizarre conversation I was currently having with my son. He really