Mirabella's Pov

When my eyes open the next morning, I find my husband sitting beside me, his lips stretched out into a grin, his face glowing with happiness while he watches me awe-struck.

I yawn, stretching my limbs with a deep groan while I push myself up so that my back is resting against the headboard.

“Good morning, baby.” Matteo says, his smile growing bigger. “I made you breakfast.”

With a roll of my eyes, I whisper underneath my breath, “of course you did.”

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