Massimo's POV
"Please, take care of him"
"Massimo..."
My eyes shot open and it took a few seconds to realize that it was all a dream or yet another nightmare. I was already used to it and, perhaps, waiting for them eagerly each time, because every time I dreamed of her death, she was still there. I could feel her, I could touch her, embrace her. That was more than enough, even though it all ended with her blood on my hands.
I shut my eyes for a few seconds, trying to suck in the reality only to hear slight steps getting closer to my door and then silence. Matthias.
There was no need for me to check, since the door opened quietly, and a small presence sneaked inside the room, approaching the bed like a mouse—little Topolina.
Closing my eyes I pretended to sleep and followed every shuffle he made. Finally, he managed to climb onto the bed and then quieted down. Interesting. I couldn't help but form a slight smile as I reached towards him to lay him down on my chest, to receive a yelp.
"Mm, I'm starting to think that this is your bedroom Matthias. Did something happen?"
He was cute, so cute with his little amber eyes, like hers... soft curls and straight eyebrows. He looked like her. My little topolina.
"I'm sorry" He uttered and hid his face in my shirt. I chuckled at his familiar behavior.
Before, I thought this child feared me, I did not deserve him, I could not protect his mother and he had every right to hate me, to despise me. But after hearing those words escape his mouth few weeks ago, I could not help but realize that I was wrong. The child needed a parent, a father, a mother who was not in this world anymore. I though my actions would make him more comfortable in my house, in HIS house. Yet I was so wrong. I have to try to fill both of the parents roles, yet I can never be as soft as his mother.
I tried to hold his chin as gently as possible and made him look at me.
"You didn't answer my question Matthias"
"There is a monster in my room" He spoke in a soft voice and I almost didn't hear what he said.
Yet after understanding what he meant, I held back a laugh. A monster? A monster in the house of the biggest fucking beast in the world? In my house?
"Matthias" This made him focus on me again.
"There is nothing that can harm you in this house. We have talked about it before. Do you remember what I said?" I spoke as I rose to lean on my bed head and sat him up on my lap.
"Papa would shoot a bullet in his head" He answered. Smart little mouse.
"That is right. So why would a monster climb in your room and scare you?"
He shrugged and laid his head on me like a no care in the world. I could tell he was tired since in a minute there could be heard some soft snores. I sighed and rested my head against the wood.
"There is nothing in the world that would harm you, I promise" I promise Rosalina.
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