9am. Your youngest daughter walked in your shared bedroom with your husband— Soaking wet. “Did you just go in the shower?” Matteo asked. “Yeaaah..” Deresee answered. “Was it warm or cold?”

“Warm.” She looked down at her hands, realising she was soaking. “Dada.”

“You want dada to go shower?” Matteo asked, and she walked to his side on the bed while standing stiff. He was shirtless, and laughing his ass out. “Dada!” She complained.