Pairing/Characters: OT4 duh. Alejandro in this one too
Rating: K+
Note: An anon on tumblr asked who Alejandro resembles most this obvs clears that all up duh

When Alejandro's eyes finally darken and change colour from newborn blue to a dark green-brown hazel, everyone comments on how very much like Lovina he looks. "What a sweet baby," a customer at the café says (as he holds up the line to coo at Alejandro even though Lovina is pretty damn sure she never gave him permission to do so). "His eyes are just like yours too! Same shape and everything."

"I did notice this, yes."

"Lucky boy. Your eyes are very pretty."

"I noticed that too." Lovina flashes her hand, which is sporting a ring that is just something she stole off Antonia and not a wedding ring at all (but the man doesn't know that) and holds out his change. "Have a nice day or something."

—-

The first time Antonia takes Alejandro to work with her, amidst all the oohs and ahhs of her friends and fellow nurses, one of the new doctors takes a look at the unruly mop of curly hair and says, "Does his father have curly hair as well?"

"Of course his father has curly hair." A few of the nurses snicker; one rolls her eyes. The doctor doesn't understand why though. "That makes sense." She nods. "Obviously he could have gotten it from you, but your hair isn't quite as curly as his."

"I'm sure we'll figure out something to do with it." Antonia cards her fingers through the, yes, very curly hair atop Alejandro's head. All that does is mess it up even more.

"That father of his always gets hers to behave, somehow." More snickering.

The doctor gives them all an odd look, but she doesn't ask.

—-

For Show and Tell one day, Antonio thinks it is a great idea to bring Alejandro in. His class always asks why he doesn't do Show and Tell with the rest of them, the other teachers have been asking to see his new baby, and besides that he's the only one who hasn't brought him to work yet and that just isn't fair at all.

"This is Alejandro." Antonio holds him up proudly and he can tell by the looks on their faces that his class is quite impressed. He thinks he should bring Alejandro in more often, because somehow it is surprisingly difficult to impress some of the three-year-olds he teaches. "He's five months old and this is first time coming to school, so everyone say hi."

A chorus of, "Hi Alejandro," fills the room just as his assistant, Luisa, enters the classroom.

"Sorry I'm late." She sounds a little out of breath, like she rushed right over, so Antonio waves her off.

"It's okay! I'm just starting Show and Tell."

"Oh! So this is your baby?" She waves and smiles when Alejandro curls his hand into a little wave back. "He's so cute, he looks just you!"

"Mr. Toni don't look like a baby," one of the girls says.

"Babies are weird," a boy in the back adds.

"So's Mr. Toni."

Luisa snickers but Antonio doesn't notice. He's too busy looking Alejandro over.

"I guess he does look a little like me. He gets all his cute from Lovina and Romano, though."

—-

"He's got your nonna's nose." Romano looks over at Nonno and raises an eyebrow.

"He has Lovina's nose. Poor kid."

"She has a nice nose," Nonno argues. "I guess hers is a bit like your nonna's too."

"Would you stop that. Lovina is nothing like Nonna." Romano gives his ass of a grandfather the dirtiest look he can manage, which is pretty damn dirty if he does says so himself.

"Nonna is a saint."

"She really was." Nonna gets That Look that says whatever he is currently reminiscing about is definitely not anything Romano ever wants to know about his dear, sweet grandmother, god rest her motherfucking saintly soul and all that. "His eyes, though—"

"Lovina's."

"And his hands—"

"Are stubby little things that none of us have because we are adults."

"Ah, really? When did that happen?"

"Oh shut it, Nonno."

Alejandro, who has been sitting oh so nicely in Nonno's lap despite all the poking and prodding and random discussion of various body parts that may or may not resemble this person and that person, drops the doll he was holding and whines loudly. "Babbo." He sniffles and points down at the floor. "Fuck."

Romano blinks, looks around to make sure certain people (Lovina) are not secretly lurking around the corner waiting to blame him for things that are not his fault (because they are Lovina's), and finally just picks up the doll and hands it back to Alejandro.

"That's all you, Roma." Nonno sounds far too fond of this fact. "Definitely all you."

"Fuck you. That's Lovina too."