Chapter 89. The Confrontation

VICTORIA

Another afternoon.

Another boring day to spend lazing around the house and playing with my stepson and good friend Matteo.

What? He talks to me all the time now.

More like he babbles about things while I try to act like I understand him and respond.

Of course I have to do that. It shows respect for the little man’s quest for crystal clear eloquence.

Truthfully, I don’t understand a word he says but I love hearing him learn to talk and watching him learn to walk.

He’s growing up so fast before my eyes that I always try to capture every beautiful moment of him like this because I know he will not remain like this forever.

He’ll soon grow and I’ll no longer have this little version of him that rubs my tummy with a smile while acting like he is communicating with his sibling who is in there.

Who knows? Maybe they understand each other.

Babies understand babies, right? They all speak gibberish baby language.

But i