I sat back in my seat in my office and looked out the glass window to see my wife sitting in the garden with Matteo.
This scene is quite familiar as this has happened before.
A long time ago.
The very first time I got a peek of her rebellious tattoo.
The only difference then and now was that back then she was just my son's single and definitely not a pregnant nanny.
Now I was looking at Matteo with his stepmother. My pregnant wife, Victoria.
That was the difference. Approximately four months ago, she wasn't pregnant but she is now.
Her eyes didn't hold the shine or sparkle anymore; they didn't hold that natural twinkle that they used to hold before when she was single and carefree.