Gianna sees the box on the table, and her face turns even more gleeful, her little dimple peeking out, her eyes sparkling. "There's also pizza?"
"Do you wanna eat that instead?" I ask even though I already know the answer. She loves pizza, but she loves the grilled cheese more.
"No, Mama. I'll wait for the sandwich, please."
See? "Okay, baby." I chuckle as I go to make their sandwiches.
Giovanni probably figured I wouldn't look him in the eye for the rest of the night, so he leaves his spot…only to go and sit across Gianna at the dining table where he continues to watch her so carefully, studying her features as if one look isn't enough. I picture him putting puzzle pieces together in his head, the shapes clicking every second. He has finally caught on, hasn't he?
He tries to catch my stare a few times while I busy myself, but I always evade it. I'm not ready to meet his gaze or answer his questions at this moment. I'll keep my distance for as long as I can.
