~ Niamh ~
I pushed the heavy mahogany door open and entered Massimo's bedroom with Matteo just in time to see the chief doctor finishing up his work.
He was carefully placing a small white plaster over the cut on Massimo's sculpted cheekbone, securing the split skin back in place.
Massimo was once again sitting up against the dark leather headboard while the doctor treated his injuries, his bare, muscular torso and tattooed arms now spotting a few white plasters here and there, and a thick white bandage was wrapped securely around his right knuckle.
The moment our boy stepped across the threshold, he let out an excited shout. "Daddy!"
I watched that incredible transformation wash over Massimo's face, a beautiful, rare reaction only Matteo could ever draw out from his dark soul so effortlessly.
Massimo's dark eyes instantly lit up with pure warmth, and his smile was wide as he beckoned with his uninjured hand for Matteo to come straight over to the bed.
