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Chapter 11
Daniela di Vongola is nothing like what Nana expected, and exactly what she imagined simultaneously.
''I don't know if anyone told you, but my sons are all adopted. That was not always the case. I was pregnant, just like you. Most people believe I took a page out of the Giglio Nero's book.'' She faces straight ahead. ''I didn't do that. ''
It hangs in the air between them.
Who are the Giglio Nero? It doesn't matter. Not right this moment, not while the air is charged with silent lightning, thunder absent and the smell of rain in the air. The sky is clearing its heart, so Nana may see the sun.
There is something about this woman, who simply barged into her apartment, but politely put her shoes aside and waited for an invitation to sit, despite Nana being absent during her entrance. She broke in but did not invade, expected Nana to know her, yet introduced herself as if she was a perfect stranger.
…One should associate dignified words with a grande dame like Daniela di Vongola, but plainly said, she was a piece of work.
A piece of work with similar experiences. Nana was all ears.
''I found out the son of a bitch I'd slept with came from a family that experimented on children. It was the only murder I ever committed out of personal reasons.''
Nana startles, eyes wide, lips trembling. She should've known. She can feel Daniela's eyes on her face, studying her, cataloguing her every reaction. The mafia kills. There's no way around it. The mafia kills, the woman before her has killed, Iemitsu probably has too, and Nana knows Lal's hands aren't clean. She knows killers. She has kissed a killer, even if she didn't know his hands were painted red.
It doesn't make her love Iemitsu less. It doesn't devalue Lal's friendship. It does not change the fact that the woman in front of her is telling her about how her dead child came to be.
They have killed.
Nana can deal with that.
Her eyes darken as she steels herself, determination burning through as if she's painted it on and she breathes: ''Teach me,'' as if she's heard the voice of the Lord Almighty himself.
Daniela nods, and the deal is sealed.
From mother to mother, from blood to blood, it echoes as she puts her hand on her stomach. This child will be Vongola Decimo, and he will be safe in his mother's arms. Always.
Nana goes to Italy with them.
''Now, Lal told me you're interested in mathematics. I think you'll get on quite well with Renato, but do tell me some more!''
The flight to Italy certainly isn't boring. And if Iemitsu was halfway from the airport to Namimori when Nana boarded the plane…
''Oops,'' didn't quite cut it.
(It wasn't like she minded. She was going to be carrying this child for nine months, Iemitsu could take two flights without whining).
''Iemitsu got his girlfriend pregnant?! I've got to buy baby clothes!''
Aria groans. ''Just what we needed.''
''I know, right! It's totally not the season for little sweaters and I want to give the cutest baby sweater around!'' Lussuria cried out.
''VOI! Shut it before Xanxus hears! This is complicated enough already- can you even imagine what Iemitsu having an heir means for us?!''
Aria shrugs. ''I was thinking it would calm the situation, actually. It's just that babies cry a lot.''
Bel humps. ''It's not like you would know! You've never been a baby! The Prince knows much better! We Royal Babies do not wail!''
''Yes, yes, that's because you're Royal. Now, please put the knife away.''
''But Royals make other people cry in order to make up for not crying as a baby!''
''Please stop stabbing Levi, Bel. No chewing either, darling.''
''Peasants don't know how to have fun!''
Levi whimpered.