Title: Knowledge
Pairing/Characters: Lovina and Celio


"Mamma?"

Lovina looked up from the kitchen table, where she was trying to organise some café-related paperwork Romano had tossed in her direction earlier. Celio was standing in the doorway, his brow furrowed in confusion and she hoped this wasn't like the time he and Alejandro had found Antonio's little picture collection in his closet. "Something wrong?"

Celio sat down across from her, careful of the papers, pens, coffee cups, and… candies (Lovina didn't even need to guess who had shoved that into the pile) taking up the table. "Are you guys really married?"

She'd not been expecting that one at all. She probably should have, because even though Alejandro never questioned things, always told his friends growing up that some people had one parent, some had two, some had a mom, a dad, and a step-mom like his Papá, and some people had four parents just like him (though maybe not just like his), Celio had always been a bit more aware of the stares and the whispers.

Or maybe he just cared more. Lovina hated to think that at ten years old he had to care about all the stupid shit they'd had to deal with for years, but she supposed that was how things were. Antonio probably would have laughed nervously and told him to go ask her (no doubt if Celio had gone to him first, that's exactly what happened), Antonia would have said yes without hesitation, and Romano would have said, "Not exactly," before going off to rant about stupid people telling his kids stupid shit, and then they'd probably end up having another "wedding" just to show all those jerks and appease Romano (and get a new couch, they really needed a new couch, the damn cat scratched the fuck out of their current one).

But Lovina was not Antonio, Antonia, or Romano (thank god for that), and she knew that Celio was going to get a proper answer somewhere, so she'd rather that somewhere be from her. "Not legally."

"Because only two people can."

"Exactly. But I maxed out my credit card buying your stupid babbo that really girly ring he wanted, so everyone else can suck it. Your mamma already tells everyone she's Alejandro's father, we do what we want."

Celio nodded, slowly, and the confused look quickly left his face, so Lovina knew that answer was enough for now.