He gave up on the brush and just stared at me, while I only gave him a glance and returned to my work. I felt when he approached, turned me towards him and, without ceremony, placed both hands on my belly, wanting a more assertive confirmation.
"Don't make that face like everything is obvious, because I certainly don't want to be mistaken here," he said, a smile blooming, still shy, afraid it was insanity or some kind of joke.
"You're a maledetto with a dangerous weapon... I wouldn't make a joke like that," I said, laughing openly and signaling "yes" with my head. "The two of us and the Brunello put her here, daddy."
To this day I keep the overalls with the drawing of Lorenzo's hands forming almost a heart in red at abdomen height.
My mother-in-law only found out in the third month. Th
