Third pov
As his green orbs focus on the things before him and he regains his vision perfectly alright.
Raffaele let's out a small grunt as he glares at the ceiling already knowing he is in a hospital.
Something soft pressing against his side catches his attention and that has him turning his body slightly and the sight that greets him has him sucking in a harsh breath.
His baby lays beside him, her brown long hair scattered around her like a waterfall, her pink plump lips slightly parted as she exhales and inhales.
He watches how her lashes frame her cheeks and cast a shadow over it and his gave moves further down, going from her neck down to her chest which rises and falls with each exhale and inhale of breath.
He stares at her, trapped in her beauty and to him it becomes like its the first of being beholded by her beauty.
On their own accord his hand raises and slowly and gently moves towards her face, brushing away the hair which is covering a art of her face.
