Matteo's Pov
I wake to nothing but emptiness. The room is lit by the blaring sunlight peeking through the blinds, my wife’s side of the bed empty and cold, almost looking as though no one slept there the night before.
My brows form into a crease as I pat her side of the bed, somehow hoping that my eyes are deceiving me. But she’s not there.
I rise from the bed, sitting upright to reach for my phone. Twelve noon. The f**k? I have never slept in this long. And to think I slept through the night and into the midday. . .that too without noticing when my wife got up and left.
Fuck me.
So much for wanting to exclusively take care of her while she recovers.
I throw the sheets off my legs and slide down the bed, groaning and cussing underneath my breath as I walk to the washroom. “Mirabella?
