Breath caught in his throat, Giotto slipped around the corner, his wary blue eyes darting back and forth for any signs of danger. He felt dread curl in his stomach at the thought of what would happen if he got caught and swallowed dryly. Taking a deep breath as quietly as he could, he continued onwards, feet padding so softly against the floor there was little to no noise at all. He was almost there...

"Giiioootttooo!"

"Crap," he muttered fearfully as his eyes widened, abandoning any attempt at subtlety and sprinting down the hallway.

"Get back here and do your damn paperwork!" G roared behind him somewhere in the mansion.

"No! Never," Giotto yelled as he tore through the house, feet pumping as fast they could in his escape.

Knowing his best friend was nearby, he quickly threw open a random door and ran in, closing the door behind with a slam and panting against it. Letting out a relieved sigh, he grinned before noticing the room he was in and gulping-he really should've been paying attention. Alaude glared up at him from his bed, sitting up as his nap was ruined and slowly pulling out his handcuffs with a dangerous aura.

"...Oops!" Giotto said, pressing his lips together in an effort not to laugh at the tousled bed-head in front of him.

Alaude simply narrowed his eyes before Giotto took off with a short laugh, laying down to finish his nap as the Vongola boss ran away from his duties once more.

"Giotto and G seem lively today as well, don't they?" Asari laughed cheerfully as he watched a blonde blur zoom past him, followed by a red blur yelling profanities in multiple languages.

Knuckle nodded before answering loudly, "They look like they're having fun TO THE EXTREME!"

And the two watched on fondly, their lips quirking upwards the entire time. The truth was that Giotto didn't actually mind his paperwork as much as he made others think-the only times he pulled things like this were when G was too stressed from all his work and Giotto wanted him to relax a little. Nothing made G forget about the harsh work of being the right-hand man than remembering the most annoying things in the world lived with him.

"It messes with him a lot," Giotto informed Asari once with a small smile, his hands clasped together behind him. "The whole reason we started the Vongola was to be able to protect people, and it hits him hard to know we can't save everyone. Sometimes chasing me down or playing pranks on him is the only way to get this stuff off his mind. Reminds him of what he can do rather than what he can't."

Carrying on with their day, the only acknowledgement that the two made of their friends acting like children were the occasional chuckle. On the other side of the mansion, Giotto saw that the back door was barricaded by a cleaning cart-probably left by a maid who was cleaning one of the studies-and veered to the right, running back around to the front door. Too late, he realized that G had already expected this and set Daemon at the door to stand guard in case the blond came this way. He tried to turn away at the last second and ran right into G, who promptly clamped a pair of handcuffs he probably stole from Alaude just for cases like these and muttered under his breath about a certain boss' inability to do paperwork-or anything, for that matter.

"Nooooooo," Giotto cried out, reaching out for door handles and furniture to anchor himself and irk G even more. With a wink to Daemon, who's face was appropriately pitying even as his twinkled with amusement, he wailed and tried to throw himself forward and pull G along with him.

"Are you-don't you fucking dare," G snarled, pulling even harder on the handcuff in his hold. Giotto continued to wail until G handcuffed him to the drawer on his desk, leaving only his write hand free for writing and moving around.

"You better finish that by the time I come back from the meeting with Ricardo or the next dead person I swear on will be you," G threatened, stomping out of the office and slamming the door behind him. With a satisfied grin, Giotto reached for the pen near him knowing that G would be so pissed off at him he wouldn't have time for any of Ricardo's bullshit.

Down the hall, Daemon stifled a laugh as he made an illusion of steam leaving from the redhead's ears and shrugged his previous assistance in chaining his boss down off. After all, if Giotto really wanted to escape, he would have.

"Now then," he said smirking sadistically as he turned on his heel, "I think it's time for me to greet Lampo good morning. Wouldn't want him getting complacent with all the peace going on here."

Despite the warmth in the mansion Lampo shivered, goosebumps spreading all over his arms as he decided that maybe he would just sleep in longer than usual today. Just in case, he pulled another layer over himself and snuggled even further into his pillows.

Somewhere behind all the huge piles of paperwork piled on his desk, Giotto could be seen reading and signing them over exhaustively, looking up at all the work still left for him to complete with a slow-building despair. While he didn't truly hate paperwork, it was utterly annoying to have such large amounts to do all at once, especially since he had to read all the fine print. As long as he could help it, no one would be getting away with any loopholes or trying to trick them, and if it meant reading hundreds of thousands of papers with writing tinier than ants, so be it. Half-heartedly, he wondered if stabbing himself in the eye would put off having to do some of it before he realized there would be forms to fill out at the hospital now that Knuckles was off with Maria and the kids. With a sigh, Giotto let his shoulders slump and messed with his hair in irritation, deft fingers making an absolute mess of blonde spikes. Staring at the pile for a moment longer, he threw a look at the door between his and G's connected offices.

"Et tu, G?" he asked as if he were in fact, actually stabbed by his best friend, throwing himself on top on the pile in front of him.

"Because you're the damn boss, that's why," came the redhead's voice from next door.

He scowled at the innocent door, feeling the slightest twitch of his right eye. Oh yes, he was the boss, of course. That was obviously why none of the others had any paperwork. He completely understood, really. In reality, he knew that the only ones who could be relied upon to do paperwork were himself, G, and Alaude since Asari still wasn't quite the best with his written Italian and Knuckles tended to skip over some things. Daemon and Lampo deigned themselves above paperwork and avoided its existence entirely. Giotto was also 95% sure Lampo had some sort of trauma involving paperwork, but if he did, he wasn't forthcoming about it. Thus, that left only three people to do work meant for what seemed like 50 people.

'It's mostly just my inability to live without knowing how everything is doing,' Giotto thought wryly.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts and he frowned, thinking hard. He knew he didn't have any appointments set up today and G would most certainly have told him if someone had asked for an emergency meeting, no matter how angry he might have been with Giotto. Staring at the door for a few seconds, he raised a brow when another knock came again to assure him that no, it was not simply his imagination.

"G," he called out, "we have a visitor."

"What?" G asked in surprise, his head popping up from the side door of their conjoined offices. "Who is it? We weren't expecting anyone."

"I don't know," Giotto replied dryly, "but from behind the door and under these constraints you've put on me, I can safely assume it's a person."

G scowled at him and rolled his eyes before sighing, pulling out a key chain from his pocket and eyeing the blond suspiciously. "You're not just trying to get out of work, are you?"

As if to answer his question, another knock came, this one more hesitant. Giotto looked at his friend pointedly and G sighed before unlocking his handcuffs, Giotto rubbing at his chafed wrist for a moment before heading towards the door. Happy that he was getting some semblance of a break from his work, no matter how short, he was prepared to welcome the guest with a wide beam only to falter for a second. The person waiting for him on the other side caused his eyes to widen and the beam to momentarily be replaced with confusion.

"Nana?" he asked, opening the door even wider.

Nana was a dear friend who he'd met long ago-from even before when the Vongola was just a little vigilante group, a Japanese woman with a soft smile and amazing cooking skills. They'd sort of grown up together, and she was very dear to him. Not too long ago he and Nana had been in a relationship, but they'd broken it off in a mutual agreement that they just didn't love each other that way-not that it had gotten in between their relationship as good friends. They talked often and Nana's visits were always joyful and loud. Between her heavenly food, kind heart, and ability to reminisce with Asari about Japan a lot more than Giotto, she was often greeted by a loud welcoming party-which was currently absent and therefore worrying.

Even so, Giotto smiled warmly at her before stepping out of the office to hug Nana. It had been a while since he'd last seen her because of all his work, and he was glad to see her if only because she'd saved him from his paperwork.

"Hello, Giotto," Nana said, her smile small but so very warm. "I'm not interrupting anything too important, am I?"

He felt something in himself loosen the slightest bit and grinned at her with a shake of his head, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, you," he said. "I was just finishing up some work, but I'm free if you want to talk. G's inside if you want to say hello."

"I'm good. I'll drop by later to talk to him," Nana replied, her voice not completely truthful. He pretended not to notice and figured she would tell him about it soon enough.

"Alright then-to the reception room?" he asked, offering her his arm like the gentleman he was raised to be. She let out a little laugh and accepted it, the both of them making their way towards the room.

"Wait here," he ordered with a wink as she sat down on one of the plush sofas, "I'll just go get us some tea and snacks, alright?"

She saluted him with a giggle and he laughed before ducking out of view and walking towards the kitchens. There was no one there since it was a Sunday morning and most of the people here were Christian with the exception of a select handful, so he found a tray himself and filled it with cake from Maria's last baking spree. Within moments, he had enough cake and their drinks prepared, lifting it carefully and heading back. He paused outside the halfway open door, staring with a raw feeling in his stomach as Nana sighed at the delicate hands before her before biting her lip and rubbing at her face tiredly. Breathing out a slow release of air, he pasted a wide grin on his face and threw the door open to announce his arrival.

Starting at the sudden noise, Nana looked up with a bright smile, the previous expression on her face having utterly vanished. With a little twirl of the tray in his hand, he set down coasters on the table next to the tray with a flourish.

"I have brought the refreshments, my lady," he said dramatically, bowing and tilting his head upwards so his eyes could twinkle good-naturedly at her.

Laughing, Nana shook her head and patted the seat next to her, signalling for him to sit down already. His smile grew softer as he noticed that some of the wariness in her eyes had been replaced by fondness. Plopping himself next to her, he handed her a plate with chocolate matcha cake since it was her favorite, and served himself some tiramisu. Figuring that he shouldn't rush things by the expression he'd seen just before he walked in, he began describing Daemon's latest pranks on poor Lampo, who'd taken to holing himself up in his room unless it was time to eat. They swapped stories of their recent adventures and experiences with relish, enjoying being able to sit down with each other without the awkwardness there had once been after breaking up or other people's stares. Slowly, the hours passed and both of them were full with sweets and laughter, their cheeks aching.

Staring at Nana as she continued to laugh at one of his joke's, he leaned back into the sofa solemnly, his smile not quite gone but not quite so cheery anymore.

"It's alright if you want to talk about it now. I already know you didn't come here just to visit." he whispered gently as her laughter died off, startling her. "I know something's wrong, Nana. You can tell me, and I'll do anything in my power to help you, I promise. If you'd rather talk to G or Asari or even Maria instead, I'll make the call right now."

Silence was his only answer. The brown-haired woman looked down, her hair falling to cover her face as she slowly put her teacup down. She exhaled deeply, throwing her head back for a moment before straightening and drawing in a deep breath, looking nervous.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Giotto said once more to reassure her. He took her hand in his and kept his grip firm to support her, but was careful not to squeeze too hard.

"No," Nana said with a shake of her head, brown locks swishing around her. "I decided to tell you no matter what, and I've already made my decision. This may be selfish of me, but you've always indulged me until now and I know this is better for the both of us."

Worry creeped into his heart and Giotto steeled himself for her confession knowing that he would give her his support no matter what her next words were. She was Nana, for God's sake.

"Okay," Nana said, her nerves becoming a kind of determination rarely seen on her face. "Giotto..."

"Yes," Giotto prompted, looking straight into her eyes.

"Giotto, I'm pregnant," she said, and the world fell apart around him.

As you can most likely tell if you're reading this and read the story before, I edited the chapter. Honest to God, I look back at all my old story chapters with absolute horror. (#TT^TT#) HOW COULD I FAIL YOU ALL SO BADLY?!

Anyways, *sniffles* I plan on taking this time to fix previous chapters and also this REALLY HUGE SCREW UP I MADE IN THIS STORY LIKE I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU PEOPLE LIKE MY WORK I SUCK SO MUCH so I won't really be updating anything anytime soon. And this time I mean soon, like two weeks soon, not three to seven months soon. OTL (LIKE SERIOUSLY, WHY WOULD YOU READ MY WORK AS MUCH AS YOU DO?)

I didn't any plot points, but I did make the flow smoother and extended it a bit so it's easier on the eyes. Alright then, I hope you enjoy the new improved chapter of His Son! *flashes peace sign before heading off to fix the others*

~ForeverBlackSun

Edited: 8/2/2015