Nero and Kyrie have a daughter. Nero leaves his daughter when she turns five and now his kid is having a kid. Aria refuses to tell her mom but maybe she can confide in someone close enough to her but who can't really judge; like the dad that left her.

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Aria

Chapter 6

~Nero's POV~

We left Aria at the hospital to rest but also 'cause I had to get out of there. You know, now that I thought if it, what Aria'd said made so much sense.

I dropped Dante off at Devil May Cry but when we got there, I hopped on my bike and left.

I needed to think. So, I revved up my bike and drove straight. I must've been speeding faster then light because by sunrise I was somewhere I'd never expected to be again in my life: Kyrie's.

I checked my watch: 9:30 and I risked a knock.

"Hang on a sec!" I heard a muffle from the other side of the door. Next thing I knew, the door swung open and I saw a bed head Kyrie with closed eyes fixing her bathrobe and groaning, "Can I help-" until she opened her eyes. "Nero." she whispered.

"Kyrie I-"She swamped me with a hug and invited me inside. I sat down at her kitchen table, she made breakfast, and we started talking.

"Hey, Kyrie I-" I began to explain.

"How are you?" she interrupted.

"Good, good. Kyrie, I-" I began again.

"How's Aria?" she practically begged.

"Good, Aria's good. We had a little on the job accident, but she's fine and recovering quickly." I explained leaving out the detail of the baby.

Her eyes grew tenfold as she asked, "What kind of on the job accident?"

"She got a little banged up demon hunting, don't worry." I assured. And she began to relax.

Once again I tried to talk, "Kyrie, I-"

"I'm sorry." she apologized. "I know I keep interrupting and believe me I don't mean to be rude but, what are you doing here?" she ventured carefully.

"I . . . I don't know." I admitted with a sigh.

"So, you were just in the neighborhood?" she suggested almost annoyed.

"Something like that . . ." I answered more to myself than Kyrie.

"Well, is there a reason you were in the neighborhood?" she quizzed patiently.

"Kyrie, if I told you I loved someone else, what would you say?" I proposed looking her right in the eye.

"Well, I knew that." she stated bluntly. "That's half the reason we called us off, right?"

I looked at her with a sad smile. "Do you know who it is?" I wondered.

"Dante, right? That's his name, right?" she answered.

I couldn't help but lean back in my chair and exclaim exaggeratedly, "Did everyone know about this but me?"

Kyrie giggled, which made me chuckle, and she said, "Yeah, probably. Why, did Ari point it out to you?"

"Actually, yeah."

"So wait, what are you doing here? Why aren't you with him?"

"Who, Dante? Kyrie, do you really think I could go back there after that?" I asked, "My daughter just outed me in front of the guy I like! How the Hell could I ever show him my face again?"

"How about you just go and confirm how you feel?" she suggested taking the plates from breakfast to the kitchen. I followed her and did the dishes (she insisted but then again so did I). Then I kissed her on the cheek, thanked her for her help, hopped on my bike, and left.