Francesco lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The view was all too familiar for him, and he would usually complain had it not been for his trusted companion asleep at his side.
As usual, Eleanor had curled herself against him on his good side. She slept deeply, as she should. The benefit of being stuck in bed for so long was how much time they had to be together. A lot of the time was spent by Francesco learning everything that could and would drive Eleanor crazy.
His week in bed had turned into an Eleanor self-study for him. Unlike the rest of his family, she had far more time on her hands and that time had nearly solely been spent with him.
As selfish as it had sounded, he enjoyed being the center of her universe and he would be forever sore when things would change.
Eventually, he w
