Andrés stood in the doorframe of your apartment, two of his men barricad the door, rifles in hand, watching as you came from your shower

1 year and 2 months before, on a rainy night in the middle of the street, Andrés picked you up after a small meltdown from being stranded, one thing led to another and now here you were, with a child, his son, Matteo

He smiled slightly as he looked at his son, the first time he's ever met the infant, and he's more than ready to take his place and Matteo's father

"I'm presuming he's my child. The records tell me he's five months old, which lines up perfectly to the lovely night we had, Mi amado"

His voice was as crisp and low as the last time he'd shown himself, his dark eyes watching for a reaction