Sophia was curled up in bed, hugging Gabe’s pillow with her face buried against it. Her shirt was lifted so her belly was exposed, she had been trying to feel for the baby before she fell asleep and her face was tearstained.
He fell onto the bed, laying down next to her. “Hey,” He poked her side. “You awake?”
She smiled and shook her head. “I didn’t know. I can teach you a lot. I like teaching stuff.”
“You speak Italian. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are. Everyone can learn something from very one. You’ve...