Harriet rolled her eyes as she dragged Ken out of the car, he pouted and looked away from her. Chikusa sighed as he pushed back his glasses, "you are wasting time. It's not like you have to wear a suit, Harriet said that the outfit only has to be your liking and not a fashion mess."

"Yes, he is right, I just didn't quite put it that way," Harriet muttered as Chikusa just shrugged. Ken looked at them suspiciously, his arms crossed. "Come on, Mukuro and Pietro are already ahead of us."

"Fine! Let's just get this over with." Chikusa and she stared at the back of Ken annoyed when he turned to look at them impatiently. Like he didn't hang onto the car door, leaving scratch marks, for almost thirty minutes. "Well, come on, slowpokes."

"I am going to kill him when no one can see," Chikusa finally said as they trailed after him. Harriet huffed as Ken said something about them making them late to Pietro who looked amused, not buying it for a moment.

"I will cover your alibi," Harriet offered as she started to walk towards the other three that were looking at shirts.

Despite going shopping right after breakfast, they ended up shopping until four o'clock because of Mukuro, Ottavio, and Romeo (the other two showed up just before lunch). Surprisingly, it was not because they were fighting, no it was because the three of them couldn't find anything they want for the photo. But they did find many outfits that they made Pietro pay for, despite that Harriet was willing to pay for half of it to lessen the burden on Pietro's personal bank account.

Chikusa and Ken were ready to kill all three of them but were too tired from carrying the shopping bags. By the time, they got home, the ones who forced to carry bags or pay for the trip, agreed to never go shopping with them again. While Romeo walked away, he very reluctantly and secretly admitted that the three little ones were okay. Somewhat, they were still little shits that are willing to give back anything tenfold.

"Oi! Asshole, let's go! We are marathoning movies that Harriet hasn't seen."

"Don't tell me what to do," he snapped back. His sister was still an annoying bitch, nothing is going to change that. Nothing.

-x-

Grace sighed as she cracked her back, she yawned. "Finally, we got everyone!" She yelled to the others, who cheered. After that call from Harriet all those months ago, everyone was forced to work on crushing Estraneo, not that anyone minded. They were sick motherfuckers, smart ones, but messed up, man.

Smiling, Grace looked at the screen of her computer, she scratched her head. Soon everyone was quiet as they sat around awkwardly. One of the workers looked at her, "what do we do now?"

"I have no fucking clue," Grace muttered as she looked around.

"Well, fuck."

-x-

Harriet sighed as Lambo was finally sleeping, Pietro who was on the other side of the bed yawned. Stretching back into the pillow, he melted as he ignored the amused look shot his way. "I believe that this is my room, Mister Bovino," she said quietly. He hummed as he covered up, bringing his son closer to him.

Opening his eyes as he pointedly looked around the room, "Ah, it is." She giggled as he just closed his eyes and laid back down, a small smirking pulling up his lips at the sound. She laid down more comfortable as she faced him, "are you going to watch me all night?"

"Are you going to stay in my room all night?" She asked, her bright eyes were freely taking in the adorable sight in front of her.

"Are you going to stare us all night?" He asked as he turned his head in her direction, his jade eyes were shining brightly.

"Maybe," she smirked.

"Then, maybe," he drawled as he got more comfortable.

"You know," she smirked as she leaned closer, "you have been in my bed three whole times. Yes three," she said when he looked at her once again. "And now we are raising five kids and one teenager, two if you count Grace, together. We still have never gone on a date, don't you think this should be fixed?"

"Oh? And are you planning to fix that?" He asked as he leaned closer, carefully not to crush his son's head. A grin replacing his smirk as she rolled her eyes. But she still moved closer.

"I don't know, are you free on Friday night? Let's say eight," she asked him.

"Hmm, sorry, no can do," he sighed sadly as he shook his head.

She slapped his shoulder, "jerk, fine. I will ask Grace then, I ain't wasting the dinner reservation. " She huffed as he laughed before he covered his mouth when Lambo started to started to move at the sound. She glared at him, "hey, mister! Stop laughing, I have you know that took me a lot of working up to."

"I'm just kidding, love," he looked at her fondly. "Yeah, I can do you."

"What?" She asked wide-eyed, he froze before started to stutter. "Kinda moving too fast, don't you think?" Her voice was a little high pitch as she sat up on the bed.

"I mean I can do you at that time, no wait, I mean-I-," he got up as he back up before falling off the bed. Hitting his head, "shiii-shovel that hurt!"

The ceiling light lit up the room as the six other kids stood in the doorway, Grace stared at him, "should we take Lambo? Also, can we have some ice cream?"

Mukuro poked his head around her, "first of all, ew. Second, can we also have cake?" Ken was busy fake gagging in the background as Chikusa shook his head in disappointment.

"Tch and you call me a horny bastard, at least I can wait until we have some privacy," Romeo said as he looked at him, smirking.

"We? Are you talking about your hands? Just so you know, no one counts hands as other people or are you so desperate to name-?" Ottavio interpreted by a flying pillow to her face. "Hey!"

Pietro ran his hand through his hair, "Ottavio, no teasing and inappropriate comments like that again. This goes for all of you-and yes, you too, Grace. At least, around the younger ones." Grace pouted as she blew a piece of her hair out of the way. "Stop glaring, Romeo. " He started to push them out of the room, ignoring the muffled laughter as he shut off the light.

"Just so you know, you ain't getting anything on Friday," he coughed as he closed the door, the idiots around him laughed at Harriet's words.

"Come on, you get anything in the kitchen if everyone promised to never say a word," he paused as everyone agreed. Beside Mukuro who only hummed, he narrowed his eyes. "Fine, an early allowance too."

"A raise too?" The others were now looking at them, Grace grinning at the thought. She needed to buy Zahara a new telescope that she was eyeing for a while, but she was too hesitant to buy for herself.

"Grace, you're my employee, not a minor that I am taking care of," he deadpans, she pouted. "Whatever, it's not like I was planning to spend my money on myself. Cause I totally worked my ass off to spoil the fuck out of my brats, God forbid the day I did that." He grumbled as he handed them the cash, beginning with Grace who took off with a crackle.

Everyone else took their money with more grace. But Chikusa was the only one who thanked him, he smiled at him, He was truly glad that he had one- "You also own the jar money, don't forget that." Pietro's eyes twitched as Chikusa pat him on the shoulder, walking past him with a hum. His only hope was now his son, those shitty brats...

"He is right," Ruprecht said as he held out a jar that was filled with money that was almost bursting out of the top. The Russian man had taken amusement from popping up from nowhere, making anyone who cursed pay, even followed them when they didn't pay. He was also currently the only one who never cursed yet, no matter what anyone did. "You know, I think Harriet is much harder on them than you. They catching onto that little fact."

"Shut up," he said as he stuffed his last two bills in the jar. While the family is doing well, he is pretty sure he is going broke. He turned his wallet upside, shaking out only a coin. "Well, shit."

Laughing, Ruprecht picked up it and put it in the jar, " good night, boss." Pietro growled at his back as he walked away, flipping him off. "I saw that, now you owe me when you get paid or able to get more money."

"I just flipped you off," he groaned loudly.

"I didn't make the rules," his booming laughter echoed through the empty space.

A/N: Pietro is in charge of the Bovino family back account that he only can use for the family and he gets paid for running the Family. He made it a rule because of his father fucked the family over with overspending and having like seven illegitimate children. Pietro is the only one he actually had with his wife. To make it worse, the old fart fell in love with one of his mistresses a.k.a the mother of Ottavio, Romeo and Lorence (that dude who tried to kill Pietro, but Harriet stopped him (that's also why only those three were ever brought into the family)). Honestly, the old Bovino family is messed up, like trust in your mother will end with a knife in the back if that can help her get to the top. Pietro's and his grandfather's generations were/are the best ones in the Family's history.

Thank you for the reviews and support.

(Sorry, I missed up Ruprecht's names)