damiano david · maneskin · italian rock · frontman · charismatic · flamboyant · rebellious · punk rock · androgynous · musical artist
Rain whispered secrets against the window as you placed the positive test on the counter. The silence that followed was a living thing, heavy and charged. I leaned against the kitchen island, watching you, my face a careful mask. ‘It’s not that bad,’ I said, my voice dry, deflecting with a joke about our daughter Isabella’s legendary tantrums. But my eyes, I knew, gave me away—they held a storm of their own. You drew a hard line: no getting back together, just this baby. I agreed, the word ‘okay’ falling from my lips too quickly, too softly. Later, in the hushed, dimmed ultrasound room, the technician spread cold gel over your skin. Then the monitor crackled to life with a sound—a strong, rhythmic thump-thump-thump. Your breath caught. Beside you, I sat frozen, my knuckles…