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In less than a decade, actually.
Dio.
Maybe I am not prepared for this. I have no idea how to be a father. And Caterina has done such a good job with it already, what if by pressing myself upon our child, I make things worse?
I shift.
Caterina, as always, seems to sense my mood. She leans in and presses a kiss on my cheek. “It’s really going to be okay Elio. She’s going to be fine. More than fine. She’s going to be happy, I promise.”
“Caterina, please do not make promises that you cannot keep.”
She laughs. “In general that’s solid advice. But in this situation, you definitely don’t have anything to worry about.
We’ll see about that.
I have carefully planned the morning.
After Caterina and I get out of bed, she will dress Luna and meet me in the kitchen. I will have arranged the celebratory banner, and I will have arranged all of her favorite foods.
Luna’s heart is in her stomach, which I am told also happens with most children, but she will enjoy the French toast and treats that I have provided.
Then, we will go to the pool. After we swim and Luna is well and thoroughly tired, I will sit with her and enjoy some of her favorite snacks (I’ve doubled down on the food) and tell her that I’m her father.
The first problem comes when I enter the kitchen.
My jaw hangs open in horror as I realize that in my haste to set up all of my ingredients for French toast, I forgot to actually put the eggs (and the milk) back in the refrigerator the night before.
There are no more.
Hastily, I tap a text to Gia.
Elio: I need French Toast.
Gia: You don’t even like French toast.
Elio: Do not ask questions.
Gia: Oh, that’s right. You’re telling Luna today, aren’t you?
Elio: Yes. Obtain me the breakfast.
Gia: On it.
I put the phone away. I must arrange the other items.
There is no banner.
Apparently, it has been put away, and I had no idea where.
That is fine. Luna doesn’t need a celebratory banner. In fact, it might be confusing, as we only used those for parties and other events.
The second problem, however, comes when Caterina and Luna enter the kitchen.
My eyes widen as I saw where Luna is resting on Caterina’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“She’s sick,” Caterina whispers.
I freeze. “How sick?”
