Feliciano, everyone's favourite Italian was happily making pasta for the customers at his grandpas restaurant. While he was cooking he was subconsciously rubbing his belly and murmuring to his unborn daughter.
"Ah my little bambina. Me and your Vati are very excited to meet you. Why don't you come soon." And soon came very suddenly and way too painful for poor Feli's liking. He gasped out loud and started panicking.
Ever since Feli entered his final months of pregnancy Roderich had been on edge every single day and couldn't sleep a wink. This made things not only difficult for Roderich but for poor Feli as well.
And all that trouble for the disturbance of a nice pasta-cooking session. And this was his favourite recipe that he was working on. "Shit" he said sounding A LOT like his brother Romano as another contraction wrecked his little body.
Feli was so overcome with pain that he accidentally knocked over the steaming hot pot of pasta and spilling the boiling water over himself. "AHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed at the pain in his abdomen and the rest of his body.
Feli's grandpa luckily heard the screams coming from hhis kitchen and ran to his grandson who was starting to squat and bear down breathing very heavily. "Grandpa. Please...catch baby...when she comes." panted poor Feli as he felt the ring of fire starting to emerge. His grandpa nodded but then realised they needed towels and sterile sissors.
"GRANDPA. PLEASE HURRY! OOOOOOW NGNNNNN." Feli screamed as he saw his grandpa leaving and felt his daughters head started spreading his opening to an unbearable degree. He felt the worst pain in he had ever felt in his entire life and wanted nothing more than Roderich by his side.
The thought of his daughters father gave Feliciano the strength to carry on. He screamed in agony as the rest of the head emerges way too quickly for him and felt the shoulders emerging and finally being released. At that moment Feliciano's grandpa arrived sprinting with a towel just in time to catch the not so little girl and placing her on her mothers chest.
Feliciano took his phone and dialled Roderich's number. When he answered Feli said exhaustedly "She's here. Our sweet little Maria-Theresa Edelstein-Vargas is finally here with us." To say the least Roderich never sped so much to pick up his sweet little italian like that before. When he got there he embraced his beloved and looked at his daughter. Maria-Theresa looked exactly like her father with her fathers eye colour and her mothers hair colour. Roderich beamed at the thought of all the adventures the three of them would have together in the future.