Title: Outside
Pairing/Characters: Antonia, Alejandro, Celio, Gisella, and some randomer
Summary: Antonia loved taking her kids to the park.


Antonia loved nothing more than coming home after a long night-and-then-morning at work to take her kids to the park. Sure, she hadn't slept, but she had promised Alejandro she'd take them all out while everyone else went to work at the café and when she'd finally been able to get home, she was met with the sight of her two boys and baby Gisella all dressed up and waiting for her (or in Gisella's case, sleeping in Alejandro's lap).

Antonio had left to join Romano and Lovina shortly after that and the kids were just too excited for her to say no, which she probably wouldn't have said regardless. She loved watching Alejandro try to teach Celio how to climb the monkey bars, loved sitting there with Gisella and showing her all the flowers that were growing around them.

"I don't think I've seen you before, are you their nanny?"

She didn't so much love being interupted while she was making Gisella laugh by imitating the birds flying around overhead, but these sort of things happened.

She turned to the man who had walked over and offered him a grin before shaking her head. "No, I'm their mamá."

"Mamá," Gisella parroted back, her tiny hands coming up to tug lightly at Antonia's hair.

The man looked confused, but he sat down next to Antonia and continued talking. "I'm sorry, I thought the man and woman that usually come here with them were their parents."

"They are." Antonia didn't know if he usually saw Antonio and Lovina or Romano and Lovina, because they all brought the kids, but it didn't matter either way.

His brow furoughed and Antonia was about to go back to her far more interesting conversation with Gisella when he continued on again. "Ah, their dad remarried?"

"No," Antonia said simply.

"Girlfriend then?" He laughed and Antonia opened her mouth to answer but he beat her to it. "I'm not interested in their dad, it doesn't matter. I'm more interested in you."

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and before she could stand up or tell him to go away or react in any other firm but child friendly way, he was removing the arm himself and using it to rub at his knee.

Antonia blinked and looked over at the source of his pain. Celio was standing there, a scowl fixed firmly on his face. The man rubbed his knee again and laughed nervously. "Protective of your mom, huh? It's okay, we were just talking, kiddo."

Celio raised his foot to kick him again and he held his hands up in a placating manner. "Okay okay, I'm going." He got up, watching Celio warily just in case he decided to actually place that second kick. "Does he get that from his father? I can't imagine somebody as cute as you letting their kids behave like brats," he added to Antonia.

"Mamá's not looking Celio," Antonia replied, turning her attention back to the little girl who was squawking and patting at her cheeks.

She heard another pained curse and the sound of quickly retreating feet and then her afternoon returned to normal.