Corinthos Household-
Some tasks were too daunting for even him to attempt, but Damian knew that there were times when he needed to do away with his reservations and take one for the team. He didn't want to do it, he hated the mere idea of doing what needed to be done, but as he had realized many times in the passed, choices were not really on his side. He would do what was needed, get it over with, and move on with life. But it was just so hard for him to even stomach the idea of it. He wasn't his father. Damian couldn't go and do the things that Sonny Corinthos did, he wasn't that type of person. Sonny would have been completely okay with doing what needed to be done, but it was Damian's task and he was much too old to go running to daddy and looking for a quick fix.
"All right," he grumbled as he reached out to touch the cool metal. "You and I have an agreement, right? I go and take a shower, get out, put you on, go out in public, do my thing, come back, put you away, and keep you away until I need you again. Deal?" He looked at the suit, the fancy dress pants, the silk shirt. If people didn't know that he was Sonny Corinthos's oldest son already they would probably get the hint by the fashion attire. And why wouldn't they? It was Sonny who picked the outfit himself. The only other time he had ever used it was when he went on his first actual date with Maxie. She loved it, and he didn't mind being it in, but the idea of getting into it was not very fun. It was like he was tossing his morals aside. He was a jeans and t-shirt kind of man, very much like Jason, just without the leather fixation.
Damian waited, looking for something, anything that could help him get out of his situation, but it didn't come. His uncle was getting married and he was expected to be there. Damian wouldn't let Ric or Elizabeth down, they both meant more to him than he could ever hope to express. It was through their actions that he was even allowed to be with anyone. He would have died more than once if Ric hadn't have saved his life, either by telling Sonny about Faith's plans to kill him while he went back to Los Angeles, or when he was bleeding on the street after being hit by Alcazar's hired hit man. No matter the bad blood between Ric and Sonny, Damian knew that he would never turn his back on his uncle, and hoped that neither would ask him to harm the other.
Finally subjecting himself to the unavoidable truth of spending a few hours in a suit that made him look like he was something that he wasn't, Damian walked out of the room, looking around and making sure that nobody would see him as he carried the clothing into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The steam from the hot water filled the room in a matter of seconds, fogging up the mirror and windows of the bathroom. He placed the suit securely on the sink, making sure that it wouldn't fall down onto the ground. After popping open a window to help the steam filter out of the small room, he stripped, feeling the chill run down his entire body before he stepped inside. Damian couldn't deny it, but a part of him wanted Maxie there with him again.
Sonny came walking down the stairs. It was another day, just like any other day. Unlike most people, Sonny never truly got a day of rest. Even holidays weren't immune to the mob activity. In fact, they were often the best time to strike, since so many did truly value their families, despite their less than honorable occupations. Sonny had made a vow to never strike another person's territory on Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter, but that didn't mean that others would play by his rules. They rarely did. Neither of the holiday's were on that day, but something could have been happening while Sonny remained unaware.
Sonny opened the door and saw Max standing there, as he almost always did. Max was a valued member of Sonny's team, but to so many people he appeared to be little more than a doorman. It wasn't true, Max was good for so much more. He was great with Michael and Morgan, and handy in a shootout. "Any news?"
Max always felt something happen to him whenever Sonny Corinthos spoke, as if it could have been the last words that he ever heard. He trusted Sonny and believed that Sonny had a code, but Max had seen so many times in the passed that Sonny just as much of a firecracker as anyone else. If something went wrong and Sonny snapped, Max wasn't sure if he, or anyone else save Jason, would make it out alive. "No. Mr. C… why, are you expecting something?"
"Sometimes I get this feeling, you know?" Sonny asked. "Like someone is trying to come in and take me down." Sonny was unaware of the plot that was being hatched by John Durant, his father-in-law. If the feeling actually did bring his end was something that was still in question, but there was certainly no imminent danger.
"Nobody can take you down…"
"I wish that were true, Max," Sonny replied. "But none of us are immortal. Someone's going to take me down, I don't know when and I don't know who… but I can't last forever."
Max had never really heard Sonny talk about his impending end, it made him feel even more uncomfortable with the situation. "I'll stand by you until the end, Mr. C. You know that."
"Good man," Sonny appreciated the gesture. So many people would turn tail and switch sides if he was going down, but Max and Jason were among the few who Sonny believed would stay by his side. "If anything happens…"
"I'll tell you."
"Thank you." Sonny closed the door, walking back into the living room of the house, the furniture finally back where he liked it. He hated sitting in his chair when it didn't feel like it was where it needed to be.
"You know, I kind of liked the furniture the way it was…"
Sonny saw Carly walking down the stairs, still dressed in her nightgown. She had so many outfits, but she enjoyed staying in her more comfortable sleeping attire as long as she could. Sonny wasn't like that. He felt better in his suits, more powerful, more in control. "You would, you were the person who decided to move them around and you wouldn't let yourself think that something you did wasn't great. It's called an ego complex, Carly."
She scoffed, "I do not have an ego complex…"
"Denial is one of the signs."
"Sonny Corinthos!"
Sonny grinned, "All right, you don't have an ego complex. You're perfectly capable of keeping your ego in check."
"Thank you."
"On February 29th…"
She understood the rib. He was saying that she could only control her ego one day every four years, but she ignored it. There were so many times that she couldn't joke around with her husband, she needed to cherish the moments that she had with him. "I heard you last night, you know…"
"What?"
"Last night, with your son," Carly took a seat next to him. "You weren't talking that loud, but I ended up waking up because I thought I heard Morgan crying, but I was kept up by the sound of you and him talking on the terrace. I looked out our window…"
"And?"
"And what?"
"You're grinning at me, Carly, what are you trying to say?"
"I just wanted to say that when I saw you with him I realized how much you care about him and how much he cares about you… not to mention how much he reminds me of you."
"Does he?"
"Yes, he does," she smiled. "He would have been a good person even if he never met you, Sonny, because he inherited that part of you that makes you the man that you are, the person that you are deep down, under everything that you've been through, under all the pain. He shares that with you, and if a child of yours can manage to inherit your heart, then that's all that they really ever needed… although the dimples wouldn't hurt."
"He might get other things from me, you know…"
"Don't do that to yourself."
"He's already afraid of turning into me…"
"He won't."
Sonny saw Damian walk out in his suit. Since it was only the second time that he had ever seen the boy dressed up, Sonny was understandably surprised. He whispered to Carly, "Are you sure about that?"
Carly turned around, seeing Sonny's eyes look away from her and at someone else. When she saw him she also ended up just standing there, looking, trying to keep her jaw from hanging open. "Damian…"
"Sorry," the boy said softly, "I didn't know the two of you were in here…"
Carly stood up and walked over, "What are you wearing? Let me look at you… this looks like your father's suit…"
"He bought it."
"I still think that you could use a few more of them," Sonny said. "Son, just say the word, and I'll get you enough to last for months on end…"
"No, that's fine…"
"Why are you wearing a suit?" Carly asked, finally finished with her examination of the suit in question and moving onto the occasion.
"I have somewhere to be…"
"If you're going on a date with Maxie again you don't need to hide it from us." Sonny thought the boy knew better than that. "We like Maxie."
Carly looked over at him, "We do?"
Sonny rolled his eyes, "I like Maxie."
"I'm not going on a date with Maxie." He did take note of Carly's correction, but he didn't really hold it against her. If Damian and Carly could find a way to have a healthy working relationship with one another then there was no way that Carly and Maxie couldn't do the same… eventually. Maybe after one of them died.
"So where are you going?" Sonny continued to ask, not willing to just give up. "Wait… are you going to church?"
"A church might be involved…" he didn't know where they were going to get married. He didn't even know what time it was at, but the sooner he got into the suit the less time he spent trying to talk himself out of wearing it. He just hoped that it was soon. "I'm going to a wedding…"
"Who's wedding?" Sonny didn't know anyone who Damian knew that would be getting married, unless Dillon and Georgie intended on eloping, which Jason probably wouldn't like, and Mac certainly wouldn't.
"Uncle Ric's…" the answer was low, he tried to keep it from even being heard.
Carly, being closer, did hear it. "You're going to his wedding?"
"Who's wedding?" Sonny again asked.
Carly looked at him, "Your psychopathic brother's wedding…"
"Ric's getting married again?"
"Yes, dad, Uncle Ric is getting married to Elizabeth today. He asked me to be there as one of the witnesses…"
"And you accepted?"
"He saved my life, twice," Damian reminded his father, hoping that it would help. "I think I can go to his wedding…"
"I wouldn't," Carly let her opinion be known, as she did on so many other occasions. She didn't like Ric, never would, and Elizabeth was far from her favorite person as well.
"Which is why you weren't invited," Damian didn't want them to know, but now they did and it was anyone's guess what would happen next. "Please… if you don't stay away for them, then do it for me. I want to see both of them be happy, I care about them so much. They didn't invite you because Uncle Ric was afraid that you would go and cause a scene…"
Sonny looked away, his back turned to his child. "I don't agree with you going to this thing, but you're an adult and you can make your own choices. Just be careful, all right?"
"Nothing will happen, dad," Damian walked out the door, leaving Sonny and Carly there alone.
"I hope not," Sonny whispered, but he knew that there were plenty of things that could happen.