A/N: I only own Maria and India

"Zio, where ya takin' us?" India asked happily as Pavi swung her to his other hip. Luigi and I followed him, with one of his arms laid protectively on my back. We were making our way through the seediest, nerve-wracking portion of Crucifixus and I was eyeing my three-year-old daughter. My husband was eyeing every scalpel slut and backstreet zydrate peddler with contempt. He had the signature sneer on his face as we followed the flamboyant, masked Pavi. This impromptu field trip was the result of Pavi's horror at something India had said days earlier.

"Zio, come play dollies with me!" India called as she ran giggling to her playroom.

"Of-a course, cara!" They fell onto the floor beside her dollhouse. A little brunette doll was thrust upon Pavi and India grabbed the other.

"Zio, we'll play surgery! This doll has a bad nose, like me." The blood drained from his face.

"India, cara mia, what-a do you mean-a?"

"Zia said daddy's nose was stupid and he should get that fixed. Everyone says we have the same nose! I need to fix it too!"

"Bambina, come here-a! Zia is-a silly. Your-a nose is-a just as beautiful-a as the rest of you-a! You'll lose that pretty."

"Zio, everyone says surgery makes you pretty like zia!" She said seriously, red curls bouncing. "I want one!"

"We're-a here-a!" Pavi dove into an ancient art gallery. It was full of renaissance paintings of plump, beautiful women of all shapes and sizes. "See-a cara. These-a girls are-a beautiful."

"Zio! They are. Why are we here?" Pavi set her down and motioned to a thin bearded man behind the counter.

"Zio's friend-a Gianni said he-a had paintings from-a old-a, old-a paintings. One-a has your-a nose." I watched Pavi and Luigi cringe when India reached for her nose self consciously. It was killing us all that Amber and the media were getting to her. She'll be four in a couple months and she already wants surgeries. Luigi picked her up and surreptitiously kissed her forehead lovingly.

"Your nose is just like mine princess. Mommy says she likes it." India huffed and cuddled into Luigi whose eyes were shining, though his scowl stayed. We all followed Gianni to a copy of The Birth of Venus.

"There you go," Gianni awkwardly stated before leaving. He still had fresh scars that conflicted with the lesson of the day. Pavi crouched by India who played with his hair.

"She's pretty zio."

"I-a know-a. Look at her tummy."

"It's bigger than Zia's!"

"Now-a, what does-a her-a nose look-a like?"

"Just like mine!" she squealed in delight. "She's pretty even though she's fat and has a silly nose."

"Really-a cara? I happen-a to-a think she-a is flawless." India stared intently, examining every inch of the masterpiece in front of her,

"Her nose and tummy are pretty too," she finally admitted. "Is my nose and tummy that pretty?"

"Baby girl, every inch of you is beautiful," Luigi said quietly. India and Pavi set out to look at the rest of the paintings leaving me with rare alone time with Luigi.

"Pavi may be a pussy, but he's a pretty alright pussy," he stated simply. He ran his hands through his hair that had just begun to develop a smidgen of gray around the temples. He was worried and I could tell. This fear of India becoming Amber was killing him. But he hadn't gotten a single surgery since he had his liver replaced as a result of what I call his past life. The one before us. Wrinkles had started to creep in around his eyes and mouth, but he was just becoming even more handsome to me.

"He adores India." I agreed resting my head against Luigi's shoulder as we laced our fingers. In this secluded gallery, my Luigi came out. He was sweet, well sweet for Luigi, and affectionate.

"Not more than me." he said lightheartedly as he kissed my temple.

"You're fucking amazing," I grinned as I stood up on my toes to kiss him.

"I know."