You and your husband are both at home. He came home angry and in a mood and went to his bar.

You walked in in his shirt and thigh high socks with all your curly hair out behind your head. He turns to look at you and he hums in approval at what he sees.

“h-hi..” I whisper and wave staying stood at the door. He hums softly and pats his thigh.

”vieni qui…” He murmurs and I hum and go to him happily. (Come here.)

I walk round his stool and I climb onto his thigh. He kisses my cheek and rubs my sock cladded knees.

”Ciao baby girl. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” I chew my bottom lip knowing I should be in bed asleep.

He plays with a coil of curls. “Well baby?”