Chapter 3 Part 3

"Pietro was walking inside his house when he heard a loud voice coming his way.

"Dada! Dada!" It was his son, Piero, calling him as he ran towards him. His son's nanny followed behind in case he stumbled while running.

With a smile on his face, he welcomed his son. "Gotcha, baby!" Pietro exclaimed when he caught Piero. "How was my baby's day?" His son said various things he couldn't understand.

Pietro laughed heartily when Piero blew a bubble with his mouth. "You are very cute. You take after Momma."

"Momma?" Piero looked puzzled.

He nodded at his son, "Yes, Momma, your mother."

"Momma! Momma! Momma!" His son happily repeated.

Pietro suddenly felt empathy for his son. He never had the chance to feel his mother's warmth. He could sense that Piero longed for his mother, but all he could do was wait for the right time."

He turned to Tebby, his son's babysitter. "How is Piero doing?"

The young woman smiled at him. "Oh, sir, Piero is very lively, especially now that he's learned to walk. But despite that, the child had a good day and ate three times today." Tebby warmly informed Pietro.

"Well, thank you for that, Teddy. You can rest now; I'll take care of my son." Teddy nodded and kissed Piero's forehead before going upstairs.

Pietro went to his room on the second floor with Piero in his arms. He placed Piero on the soft mattress, changed his clothes into pajamas, and turned on the TV. They watched cartoons until Piero fell asleep. He sighed and carried Piero to the nursery room, placed him in his crib, kissed his forehead and both cheeks, and covered him with a soft sheet.

Pietro went downstairs, had dinner, and then returned to his room to work.

Pietro massaged his forehead as he looked up at the nearest wall clock. It was already three in the morning, and his class was scheduled to start at 8:30 am. He got up from his chair, tidied the messy table, and headed to bed.

He sat on the mattress and picked up their wedding photo. He caressed his wife's picture, feeling the longing in his heart. "Wife, I miss you," Pietro said, and his eyes filled with tears.

For a husband who loved his wife deeply, it was painful that she wasn't with them. The pain and regret weighed heavily on his heart, making him feel almost too much to bear. As night fell, he always felt alone without his wife's embrace.

Tears began to flow freely. He placed the picture frame back on the bedside table and forced himself to get some sleep. It was still early tomorrow.

Despite feeling drowsy, he forced himself to get up for his class. He had arrived home late, thanks to the heavy workload last night. He had refused the professor's job offer last week because he didn't want to work here; it would have been embarrassing.

Because of the lack of sleep, he unintentionally dozed off in class.

"Miss Bianca Martin!" She jolted awake at the sound of the teacher's stern voice. She sat up straight, adjusting her appearance. "How dare you sleep in my class?" Madam Victoria asked, and Bianca bit her lip in embarrassment. She apologized.

The teacher nodded and gave her a warning look. "You'll leave the classroom if you sleep in my class again. Detention room, Miss Martin."

Bianca nodded in acknowledgment.

After their class, Bianca's friends asked about their upcoming PE class with a new trainer. They wondered what had happened to the previous trainers.

Back in her room, Bianca received a call from her sister, who asked for money. She had lost her job and her family was struggling. Bianca felt her financial situation was tight and vowed to save to send some money to her family.

Bianca's stomach growled, but her fridge was empty. She had no choice but to suppress her hunger and save money.