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"Shh. It's okay. It's okay, Maya." I whisper quietly as I hold crying Amaya in my arms.
She continues to cry, swinging her arms around my neck and calling out for isabella. Rain stands alarmed at my feet, looking up at amaya protectively.
"Mama. Mama!" she cries out.
I don't know what to do. I'm not exactly dad of the year; so when I wake up to amaya's crying I only pick her up in my arms, press a kiss on her cheek and ask her what's wrong.
"What's wrong, pretty girl?" I walk around the room and attempt her to lul her back to sleep. "Are you hungry?"
This, she responds to.
She pulls her head out of the crook of my neck and faces me with big blue eyes filled with tears. She pouts her lips and nods her head.
Pretty girl. Don't cry.
I wipe her tears gently with my thumb and press a kiss to her soft, chubby cheeks.
"Okay. Okay, let's get my precious girl something to eat." I head out of Amaya's room and head downstairs to the kitchen.
It's been two week. Two week since we rid nikolai out of our lives completely.
"What do you want, baby?" I open the cabinets and look around for... I have no idea.
"Milk." I hear a voice from behind me. I turn around to see Marco standing with a sleepy look on his face as he pulls his shirt over his head.
"When she wakes up hungry in the middle of the night, she wants milk." He says. He then opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle with milk in it. "Isa usually keeps some in the fridge."
Oh.
Amaya's eyes stay stuck on the bottle as she cries. I adjust how I'm holding her, laying her down in my arms as take the bottle from Marco and hold it to Amaya's mouth.
She eagerly takes the bottle from me and starts drinking the milk.
Milk. When she wakes up in the middle of the night she wants milk.
I take note of that.
I sit back on the couch as I slowly rock her in my arms.
Marco takes one meaningful glance at the both of us before he turns on his heels and begins to walk away.
"I'm sorry." My voice stops him.
He stops in his tracks. He turns and faces me with an unsure look. It's just now that I realize how much he's changed. It's as if these 2 years have aged him.
The throat blocking feeling of guilt spurs in me. I recall Isabella's words and that guilt intensifies.
"He had nightmares too. Every night. Sometimes I heard him crying at night. When he thought me and Amaya were sleeping. He would cry so much, Alessio." I remember how she paused, smiled and muttered her next words. "He kept a picture of you guys as kids in his wallet. He glanced at it very often."
