"Daddy has to go right now, Feli." Antonio sighed, and hugged the small child.
"Is Arthur in town?" Feliciano asked in his adorable, child voice.
"Ah." Antonio looked pain, and unsure how to answer the child; should he lie and spare Lovi heartache?
He hated lying to them both.
"Bye, Lovi. Be back soon." Antonio muttered, and kissed his husband.
"He asked you a fucking question!" Lovino growled, longing for the truth to be something different than what he and Antonio knew was about to be said.
"Sí, Feli. Arturo's in town." Antonio muttered.
Lovino looked away from his husband to hide his unshed tears from Antonio.
"Ooh, can I see him again?" Feli asked as he bounced forward to hug his dad goodbye.
"We'll see." Antonio murmured; he didn't want to disappoint Feli, but he didn't want to drive the proverbial knife further in to Lovi's heart.
Antonio left with eyes full of tears.
"I don't care what Antonio says; don't ever mention that bastard ever again!" Lovino scolded his son.
"But Arthur's really nice like you, Mommy." Feli whined.
"No, don't mention him." Lovino tried to bite back his sob as he cried for himself and for Feli.
"Why? What did he do?" Feli wrapped his arms around his father, because he knew Lovi needed the comfort.
"He's taking your father away from me." Lovino admitted as he hugged his son.
"I'm sure, he'd stop if we told him to and why he should." Feli smiled, hopefully.
"He won't, and Antonio would be sad." Lovino sighed as he crushed that hope with the truth.
"I thought that Daddy loved you, Mommy?" Feli asked Lovino.
"I just don't know anymore, Feli." He held his child closely as they cried together.
Antonio did not get back that night or the next day.
He came back a few days later, and all seemed normal in the house again as if Antonio was not having an affair and breaking the family apart.