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March 6, 1994

Caro diary,

Last night, un miracolo è accaduto. A miracle happened. After so many years of despair, I finally believe my life is coming back together.

I did cry myself to sleep last night. It's been a long time since I've cried where anyone could hear me. I know that seems like kind of a strange sentence to put in a diary entry about the good things going on in my life, but it is relevant, I promise.

Anyway, I was crying myself to sleep last night, and Damon heard me. He went to so much to get out of bed, leave his room, and check on me, like he had so many years ago.

I was sniffling like crazy, and soaking my pillow with tears when all of a sudden, I heard his voice.

"Bella, siete tutto il di destra?" Bella, are you all right? I pushed myself up from my blankets, and ceased weeping, although leftover tears still lay on my cheeks.

I made out his form, and sat up. "Damon, perchè siete qui?" I asked him. I wanted to know why he was in my room late at night. Because guys who get mad at their wives and tell them to go to hell don't just come back suddenly.

He walked over to the wall by my door, and flicked on the light switch. Stefan had gotten both Damon and myself rooms at his boardinghouse. It wasn't as fine a place as I was accustomed to, but that's why I liked it. It was homey.

With the lights on, I could finally get a good look at his face. All of my life, I've been able to read his eyes and know his thoughts, and what I saw in his eyes made me want to cry from happiness.

He was looking at me like he had during our good days as man and wife. He came over and sat beside me on my bed, taking my hands in his.

He said quietly, "Li ho sentiti gridare e sono stato preoccupato per voi." I heard you crying, and I was worried about you. "Bella, che cosa state pensando?" Bella, what are you thinking?"

I laid my head on his shoulder. Then, I told him that it was all right for us to speak English, because I was no longer in major distress. Then, I told him the truth.

"I was thinking of our children, Amante."

He nodded, and hugged me tight. "It was Gianni's birthday yesterday, wasn't it?"

I nodded into his chest. "Yes, it was. I loved him so much. I wish I could have seen him grow up."

Damon laughed a little. "Yes, Bella, I know. But maybe it was good we died before he grew up. I was talking to Bonnie yesterday, and ever since I killed that history teacher of hers in self-defense, she's really been interested in the subject."

I looked up at him. "Yeah? So what?" my sister had introduced me to her friends soon after we met. I liked all of them, but I found her friend Bonnie particularly interesting.

"Well, she told me that she was in the library reading, and she found some information on our children."

I gasped. "Really? Tell!"

He sighed in an exaggerated way. "You might not love Gianni so much after I tell you how he married. when he was sixteen, he married a German baroness named Leyna."

I stared. "Are you kidding me? MY son married a German?"

He nodded. "Well it is partially your fault. You did tell Johan to raise him, and your brother, you must admit Bambi, is very German."

I was mad. "If I could get my hands on him, I'd-"

"Do you want to hear about Mia?"

I sighed, stopping my rant. "All right. Tell me."

"At fifteen, Mia married the king of Italy. When he died, she ruled the country all by herself. Soon after his death, the king of Germany sent his messengers to ask for her hand in marriage."

"And what did she say?"

"She told him to go to hell, basically."

I cheered. "That's my daughter!"

"Then, he declared war on her, and they fought each other for many years."

I looked at Damon expectantly. "Who won?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Think about it, Bella. Mia's your daughter too. Who do you think won?"

"My daughter kicked German ass in a war! Yay!"

"But Mia does have one little snafu that you might not like."

I frowned. "Yeah? What's that?"

He lowered his eyes, trying to hide a smug grin. "She had to drop out of the University for all of this to happen. It seems both of our children inherited your aptitude for scholarship.

I shrugged. "Oh well. You have to take the good with the bad."

"Are you feeling better?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but I still can't sleep. Do you think that we could go into the bathroom, and let the bath faucet run awhile?"

"All right, if it will help you sleep."

And so we went. But before we entered the bathroom, Damon said, "You didn't have any children with your other husband, did you?"

I shook my head. "No, because I didn't want to leave anymore behind."

And it seemed to me that after he left the bathroom, and my bedroom, I slept better then I had in months, my only dreams being about a strong, graceful falcon.

Fino a che non veniamo a contatto di ancora,

Selina

Angel- Selina is brave. Plus, in the Renaissance, that's when people married. Can you believe that? Thanks for reviewing!

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