So I got up and took a cold shower, but here I am anyway.
Even worse, I want whatever Viviana and Dante have. This ease that lets them love each other and coexist.
They’ve had five years of practice, so it makes sense that they’re good at it. But it still makes me wonder if this is what things would be like if I’d known Viviana was pregnant with Dante.
Would breakfast together be the norm? Would I be the one blocking his attempts to wolf down an entire package of bacon in the morning and ignore his fruit bowl?
Everything would have been different.
I never would have been that parent. We never would have been that kind of family. We can’t be. I stood over Alyona and Anzhelina’s graves and promised I’d never replace them. Anzhelina was so young that I barely even know what being a fathe
