Matthias

The Mafia wedding was filled with crystal lights, glasses touching each other, and sumptuous jazz music that filled the entire room.

Tonight you shine - laughing with your friends, talking enthusiastically, holding their hands and telling stories.

It looks alive.

And he is Matias Salvador... your husband, the dangerous mafia boss whose name alone makes people stop breathing... You sit quietly in the corner, taking care of your child alone.

In a small carrier, your child drinks milk voraciously.

He picked up the bottle and leaned forward, making sure that the bottle's position had not changed even slightly.

She knew—if she slipped even a little, her baby would cry loud enough to shake the world.

And of course... the bottle moved.

"Hey-no, no," he muttered quickly, reaching for the bottle again.

Your baby's lips are already trembling, about to burst in three seconds.

His friend next to him laughed.

"My brother... he is more terrifying than all your enemies combined."

He gave her a murderous look, the kind that could silence a room. But her expression instantly collapsed when the child made a small "Eh... Eh..." sound—a warning sound.

With a panic he had never shown to anyone before, he patted his son's cheek.

"Hey... drink first. Your mom is enjoying herself. Don't cry."

The child blinked at him, then continued drinking.

"Amazing," said another friend. "The coolest gangster in town, scared of a baby less than a year old."

"Shut up," he replied coldly - even though the tips of his ears were already red.

But from the other side of the room, his eyes never left yours.

You laugh, you wave your arms, you hold your stomach because there is something very funny.

Something tightened in his chest.

Jealousy.

Feelings of abandonment.

And somehow... I miss you, even though you are only a few meters away.

Suddenly your child raises both arms, wanting to be carried.

He immediately picked up the little one, hugging the tiny body as if it were the most precious thing in the room.

In a low voice, whispering in your child's ear, he said

"When Mama finishes talking... help Papa bring it back, okay?"

Dad misses him.