~ Niamh ~
I crossed my arms over my chest and groaned in frustration, glaring down at the man in the bed.
He was still dragging this whole thing out, stretching a simple task into a major production when it was literally just two tiny pills for crying out loud!
I wanted to slap that arrogant, self-satisfied smirk right off his handsome face, shove the medicine down his throat, and even force him to chew it just to get this over with.
Beside me, Matteo suddenly mimicked my exact movement. He crossed his tiny arms over his small chest, puffing it out and dropping his little brows into a matching scowl.
Massimo's dark eyes flicked over the two of us, and a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest at the ridiculous sight of his son copying my annoyed posture perfectly.
"What, do you two want to fight me now?" Massimo's voice dripped with amusement as his gaze drifted between us.
