Guess who's back?! I'm finally inspired to write again after leaving for almost a whole month. Guess what~ A little bit of cute before I-

Nah... I won't spoil it...

Chapter 36: Alone with the baby

I honestly couldn't tell you how much I have slept in the past six (or seven... lost count) weeks since we brought Dantè home with us. All I know is by time I was able to fall asleep the little bastard would start crying again. Don't get me wrong though. This parent stuff is really fun once you get over how fucking tired you are.

The times when he's awake and not all grouchy is probably some of the most beautiful times I've had in a while. Now he's reached that stage where he'll actually smile at me and shit. Also he's finally starting to get bigger than when he was born. Since he was very small even for a newborn, but that's probably half my own fault. Either way, our little boy was beginning to be less of a pain and such a beautiful joy to be around.

At least I had Antonio to help me with everything. Since my Boss decided to send this giant envelope full of shit I missed over the past nine months. So basically I was working while he took care of Dantè. Unless I took a break. Which I did alot, because fuck that paperwork.

This morning I'm just watching Antonio doing some stupid faces at Dantè, because it makes him smile. I chuckled at a few of them because that bastard looks absolutely rediculous. But for some reason our son enjoys seeing Antonio looking like an idiot so I don't question it.

I was sitting nect to him, half way focused on folding clothes (WHAt?! I do housework. Don't look at me like that!) and the other half being called to attention by Antonio with his countless. "Lovi, look~"s

I would glance over at his stupid smiling face and then to Dantè who would usually be smiling, or just giving that weird distant stare at Toni.

But, even still. We were both comepletely exhausted. So much to the point that we would both be asleep usually before eleven, (right after we feed Dantè, one or both of us would be out as soon as we hit the mattress), and taking turns waking up throughout the night. It was to the point where he would be grouchier in the morning than he usually was. But give him about half an hour and it was back to the usual very bubbly Antonio that everyone knows.

Today just happened to be a day where he had to go in to the capital and sort out some shit with the economy. Because of course, six weeks off is enough for him.

Yeah, I know. We both knew what we were getting ourselves into when we sgot into a relationship. Country first, each other second and everything else would be third. Except for now, Dantè was our second priority. It was a rare occasion that he would even kiss me more than twice before noon. (Which was off because usually it was endless.)

Nonetheless, Dantè didn't like the fact that it was just me and him at home by ourselves. It's like he knew. The moment Antonio handed him to me and kissed me goodbye and closed the door, Dantè started to cry, loudly. This kid loves his father, but in all honesty once he realized I was the one holding him, he calmed down. Which was a prime oppurtunity to get him to take a nap.

After all of that I ended up watching him sleep peacefully in my expertly designed pillow fort for him on the couch. He was so peacefully adorable when he slept. I continued to do my work when my phone began blowing up with messages from mainly Antonio. There was on or two from Feliciano. Those were mainly pictures of Emalyn in the little outfits he had her dressed in.

Emalyn already had this thin layer of a strange medium of red and blonde on her head, and from what I could see, blue eyes just like her potato father. Other than her eyes she had mostly Italian features, but then again it's early and pretty hard to tell.

From Antonio, well that was another story. There were several other messages from him.

How's Dantè?

Are you okay?

Lovi?

Is he still fussy? Tell him I'll be home soon. Can't wait to see
my sexy Lovi and beautiful baby boy again.

Well, you get it, right?

"Could you please be good for mama?"

"Wah!"

"Please?"

I held Dantè and stared at him as he continued crying. I groaned and tried doing everything to calm him down. Usually when he started to randomly cry, I had assistance. Now he's not stopping and Antonio won't be here for another thirty minutes.

"I will pay you to just shut up." I finally muttered. I'll admit. I was defeated, and tired. Grouchier than ever I was pretty much in zombie mode at this point of the day. "Please, bambino? Just be good for Mama, I know you miss him. I do to." I whispered softly. Dantè whimpered and stared up at me with those green eyes feigning innocence. I can't stay mad at him. No matter how tired I was, this baby had the same power as his Spanish father at making me feel better. But he did it in a more cute and less annoying way.

You wouldn't believe how amazing he is. Maybe it was because of his genetics, but even though he was a month earlier than expected, he was perfectly healthy and developing very well. Dr. Almaz himself was amazed by my little miracle baby and his super growing powers. It was like everything had gone exactly as planned.

I snapped out of my daze and got a good look at Dantè's face. He was just laying there in my arms with his eyes looking at least in my direction. I laughed a little and smiled down at him, receiving that adorable toothless grin right back at me. Making some kind of baby noises, he jumped a little when the door opened.

I turned around to see Antonio arriving home right after I have everything under control. Dantè moved a little in my arms when he walked closer. Without a word, Antonio lifted him from my arms kissing me at the same time.

"Miss me?"

"Fucker you are never leaving again."

"I won't. I promise."