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As told from Antonio's P.O.V.

Chapter 37: Broken

The memory pounded at my head. He was so angry. I knew I pushed it too far.

Maybe I should explain. A few... days?... A few days ago, me and Lovino had a little bit of an argument. I said a few things that I regret. But I what I regret the most is letting him just leave like that. I'msure he knows I didn't mean it, right?

A-and all I could do was watch as the love of my life, and my child walk out of my door, and as far as I knew, out of my life. Surely I would see Lovino again at meetings.

W-what am I saying? I have to get him back. I can't let him raise Dantè without me. That would be just... awful of me. I'll give him a few more days to calm down again.

I'm an idiot...

Cue the explanation...

Dantè was extra fussy that day. Me and Lovino could both tell he was just in a bad mood and we were doing everything in our power to calm our little boy down again. But countless times he rejected his bottle, pacifier, and a nap. (Which sucked because I'm sure if all three of us would have taken one everything would have been fine.)

Lovino had also been wound pretty tight that morning too. He had a severe headache and had been up all night with Dantè, rejecting any offer of help that I gave him. He was under stress lately anyway. With him and Italy so busy being parents, Italy itself was in bad shape. Not just from them, but sometimes stuff happens there and it effects us.

And Lovino was feeling it bad. He was restless and jumpy. Which of course, caused him to be even more moody. To make it worse, I'm sure he was more than mentally and physically frusterated. If you know what I mean. Because even though we were both ready to resume our, ahem, couple activities as Dr. Pinasco called it. Anytime the mood was right, something happened. Whether it be something simple like Dantè needing a diaper change, or even one of us falling asleep while the other is in the bathroom.

(But enough about our lack of sex, this is a serious issue.)

Anyway. Like I said, both Lovino and Dantè were sleep deprived and cranky.

Which is probably why I shouldn't have messed with Lovino while he was cooking dinner. I know his upset face, and then there's his "I swear to God if you get near me I will slit your throat with the nearest sharp object" face. But of course, I should have known what he was thinking even with his back turned. We all know what I did.

"Lovi, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, bastard. What do you want?"

He didn't turn around to face me, which a smart move would be to take that as a "leave me alone" and leave. Me? Well, my own instinct was to hug him. So I did.

I walked over to my pouty Italian and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder to see what he was doing. Right as I did, he jumped, sending the pot of water (that luckily wasn't boiling hot yet) onto the ground. The water went all over Lovino, and the pot crashed down onto the floor.

I jumped back, but Lovino, well he didn't move much. He just stood there, gripping the edge of the counter next to him. His pants were soaked, and to top it off the noise woke up Dantè. So I had a angry Lovino, and a screming baby all at once.

"Lovi I-"

"Don't start." He grumbled and turned to look at me. "Go take care of him while I clean this up."

"Not until-"

"Fucking cut it out, Antonio! You don't have to baby me, okay? Go take care of your son!" He yelled, making Dantè only cry louder.

"Lovi calm down!"

"Don't yell at me! I'm trying my best to calm down!" He said, finally moving towards me. It kind of scared me with the pace he was walking and the face he was making. "Just go."

I don't know what came over me in that moment. All of the sudden I was angry too. I couldn't control myself. "Why don't you go do it? You made the mess and woke up him."

Lovino glared at me. With a huff of air and not a word, he looked at the kitchen exit, not moving.

"Go ahead, Lovino." I said, unable to stop. "Go take care of your precious angel you wanted so much. You two are just alike. You both cry the moment things don't go your way."

In my head I could only scream at myself to stop. Don't push him too far. I couldn't stop.

I knew I messed up when he looked at me. His eyes were already wet with tears, and narrowed with anger.

"Fine."

That was all he said as he left the kitchen. Eventually I heard the crying die down. From Dantè anyway, every few seconds I could hear Lovino sniff or something. After I calmed down I thought about what I just did. Sure, I stood up for myself. At what cost? My Lovi was upset beyond belief.

My words ran through my head again, just what i had told him. I made it sound like I didn't even want to take care of our baby. Our little Dantè.

I cleaned up the water, while all of these thoughts went through my head. I would give him some more time to relax and then go apologize to him. That would be the smartest decision I made all day.

Doors started to slam, and before I knew it I heard the front door itself slam shut. My stomach dropped as I stoop up and ran to the window. Lovino's car was gone, Dantè's car seat that had it's place right next to the door was also gone.

It all went so fast. I never had time to catch up.

What made it worse, was what I saw when I looked at the table beside the door. In the one place where Lovino always set his keys (because he knew he would lose them otherwise) was a sign of broken trust, staring me in the face with a red glimmer.

I know you all probably hate me by now...

But I'm in desperate need for cover art.

I'll even write you a oneshot, let you beta read, and use it if you make it.

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