Updates will be a little spaced apart for a few week because I have alot of stuff planned this month. I'll be back on a pretty normal schedule in August.

I CANNOT believe you guys had no faith in me... Did you really think I was gonna kill Lovino? Well then! I see how it is!

Chapter 34: No place like home...

Two days later, we recieved the call announcing the birth of Emalyn Ilyse Beilschmidt. Feliciano was esctatic about it of course. "Fratello you should see her! She has these bright blue eyes and these cheeks that I just wanna squish! "

I laughed a little as I listened to him babble on about my niece, watching Antonio sit in the corner as he fed Dantè. He kept whispering to him in Spanish and giggling like a little kid. Every few seconds he would look at me and just smile, no words, just a smile that could melt a fucking iceberg.

It would be another four or five days before I got to go home with Dantè. Antonio would usually go home as late as he could and show up early the next morning. (Which was about eight hours without him in this fucking deathtrap)

DidI ever mention I ate hospitals? It's fucking lucky I know enough Spanish to get buy, and Dr. Pinasco was here to serve as a translator as well as my doctor because half of the shit anyone said to me went right over my head. I was even in my own little secluded room at the end of the all where the surrounding three were empty.

At least it was quiet. Well, whenever Antonio wasn't talking to me, or Dantè wasn't crying. Whenever he was asleep, Antonio would just sit there and watch him like a creep. I can't say anything though because sometimes I would too.

Dantè was usually all bundled up in his own little blanket caccoon, fast asleep. Which was good, because sleeping Dantè means he isn't crying.

Feliciano hung up and I set my phone down next to me, as Antonio laid the sleeping baby boy back down in his little hospital crib thingy. If it was as uncomfortable as this bed I would wake up crying as well. I missed my fluffy king-sized mattress with the giant comforter, where there was room for me to spread out without almost falling off. Hell, I'd give anything just to sleep next to Antonio at this point. I haven't even slept that much because I get cold and lonely.

"How are you today, amor?" Antonio asked, pulling his chair close to my side.

"Still tired. I'm telling you I can't sleep here. The moment I'm back home, I'm sleeping all day and you're responsible for your child." I mumbled, adjusting in the bed a little. I had told Antonio to bring me his pillow from home so I could at least be comfortable to that extent. Just the smell was comforting to me, because it reminded me of home. (And him...maybe... shut up!)

"Well maybe you'll sleep better tonight, and next Tuesday you can sleep all you want." He said while laughing a little. With a small adjustment he was in my face, lightly kissing me on the lips. "I missed you so much last night. It was so quiet and lonely without my Lovi there for me to hold."

I rolled my eyes and laughed a little. "Well you can't hold me for a week so get over it. And even then you can't do shit for another month or two."

"I can hold Dantè. He's already like a mini-you. He'll beg for attention and get mad when you give it to him." Antonio said, sticking his tongue out at me with a smile.

"Maybe he just doesn't like you."

"He loves me. I'm his Papà." Antonio said proudly, laughing once again like he had made the best joke ever. "By the way I'll be here later tomorrow, I have a small meeting in the morning that I can't avoid. My boss just wants to give me the monthly report. Nothing long."

"That's fine. I think we'll survive without you here. Right Dantè?" I looked at the infant beside me who had woken up without crying this time. His head was in my genral direction, and he gave a small cooing noise that I took as a 'Yes.' "See?"

Antonio chuckled and shook his head. "I guess I'm not the only weird parent."

"Zitto."

He shook his head and grabbed my hand. I was a little angry at the fact that I had been woken up in the middle of the night with Dantè making his arrival really fucking obvious. My engagement ring was still laying on my bedside table, and I couldn't even have it for some stupid fucking reason that didn't make any sense.

"Don't be mad, Lovi. Everything will be okay soon enough. I'm sure of it." Antonio whispered, kissing my hand like I was some kind of girl.

"That's no assuring coming from you." I mutter sarcastically. Antonio looked at me, with a slight hint of anger and before he could say anything a squealing sound came from beside me. I looked over and sighed.

"You made him cry."

"It was you." I almost snapped as I leaned over slightly to get him. It was a matter of seconds before he was full blown crying. Antonio backed away a little, keeping his eyes on me and Dantè. I looked back at the upset baby in my arms. You can't stop him once he starts, and usually he doesn't cry long unless he needs to be changed.

"You need me to help?" Antonio asked after a minute or two. I almost had him calmed down actually. By this point he was just stared at me (or at least in my general direction) with his usually confused face.

"I have it under control." I whispered, keeping my eyes locked on Dantè. Antonio started to laugh a little, I guess I was making a weird face. Who cares? It kept Dantè calm, didn't it?

"Just checking."

I gently held Dantè close, watching him slowly close his eyes again.

Damn I can't wait to take him home with me...

Sorry this took a while. I was slightly blocked with this chapter.

But yeah, I'll try to post while on I'm on vacation, but I'll have no wifi at camp. So that's why. Anyway I'll see you guys in the next chapter.