So I, in all my wisdomw, realized I have been using the wrong accent mark for Danté's name... So since I'm too lazy to go back and change about... alot of chapters... I'll spell it correctly from now on and change it later on when I have more time... (It's a very tedious task. I'd haveto reread everything and edit it...)

Anyone of Latin decent please forgive the horrible American for messing up the poor baby's name.

Anywayyyyy!

Chapter 41: Finally something planned

"So we have Feliciano, Germany, Hungary, Bella..."

"Lovi slow down I can't write that fast."

"Obviously Marcello, plus your brother, Portugal. Netherlands maybe, but I'm sure Bella would drag him along just because."

"Lovi-"

"Is there anyone else we're super close to? I feel like-"

"Lovino, calm down it'll be okay I promise, we have three months util spring even gets here."

Antonio had one of my hands in his, and in his other hand a pen which he held over a pad of paper designated to wedding plans. Danté sat there in his bouncer as we spoke, making whatever noises he wanted to.

It had been three months since Danté was born, and January weather once again bit down on the usually warm and sunny nation of Spain. We ended up spending Christas and New Year with Feliciano and Germany here in Spain, since they wanted to come visit. At the time, Prussia, Canada and France had also showed up to stay and it was like one big, fucked up, family Christmas.

And I have to admit, I liked it.

To be honest, Canada and I were pretty close friends. We had both been constantly dragged out of the house when ever the trio got together for a night. Somehow we ended up talking alot more than I expected. I never even realized how much we were alike in many areas. Danté liked him too, which he likes anyone who will hold him and let him pull their hair. (Dangerous for a few of us by the way.)

Anyway, back to the issue at hand. Antonio suggested that we sat down and wrote out everyone we wanted to go to the wedding. Out of that list we would invite them first, then anyone else that wanted to go could screw off. It was system, and we liked it that way.

"I'm sorry. I just want this to-"

"Be perfect. I know, mi amor. I want it to be perfect too." Antonio whispered and leaned over to kiss my cheek. "But we need to remember to slow down some. Okay?"

"Okay." I mumbled in reply and looked down at Danté who had intrigued himself with the stuffed turtle in his hand. To think, about a year ago I was dreading coming back here to not tell Antonio my secret. Now here I was, staring at the one who survived my awful bodily systems.

"Now." Antonio says softly, snapping me out of my daze so I could look at him. "We're still going to have it in that field right?"

"I think it's a pretty idea."

"Sunset or nighttime?" He asked.

"Both."

Antonio looked at me and laughed, kissing me quickly on the lips and began writing down things in the notepad. I watched him write and looked down at Danté again. Finishing up writing, Antonio looked at me with a serious face. "I have another question for you and I need you to think really hard about what you want to do. Okay?"

I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "What is it?"

"Are you going to wear a dress?" He asked with a cheesy grin and leaning closer to me. His eyes widened and he stuck out his bottom lip like he was begging.

"We've been over this." I groaned and pushed him off of me. "You know my feelings about me wearing a dress to our wedding. I'm not a woman."

"I know, but I just think you would be so cute in one." He said and sat back up, absentmindedly clicking his pen with a sigh.

I yawned softly and leaned back in my seat. Last night had been a pretty long night since Danté refused to cooperate and sleep more than an hour at a time. Even with us taking turns, neither on of us obtained more than two hours worth of sleep.

Did I mention how much more careful Antonio was becoming with everything he does? Even when he just wants to wake me up, it's like he's trying not to break me or something. He doesn't just randomly throw out thoughts anymore either. As weird as it is, I don't like it at all. I didn't want him to change when Danté was born. Maybe it's just me, but something is different.

"Don't bring it up." I mumbled and sat up again once I had gathered my thoughts. Leaving it at that, he returned to writing things down we needed to remember for the wedding and sat the note pad and paper next to him.

"Are you okay?" Antonio asked out of the blue when we had fallen quiet again. I looked over at him with a shrug and a questioning face.

"I feel okay, if that's what you're asking."

"Are you okay? Like, health wise and stuff?"

"Yes. I'm perfectly healthy last time I checked." I replied, even more confused now. What was he asking... Or why is he asking, would be more appropriate. "Why?"

"Because it's not everyday some very attractive Italian male gives birth." Antonio said with a sigh, shrugging before he continued. "And I feel like I haven't asked you how you were feeling since Danté was born. Which makes me feel bad because I feel like I've put more energy into helping you take care of him and less into actually taking care of you."

Antonio turned and laid his head on my shoulder.

"I feel like if I can't do that now, then I'd be even worse when we get married."

Unable to control myself, I let out a small chuckle and moved my shoulder so he would sit up and look at me.

"You keep telling me everything will be okay. I know it will, but I need you to believe that as well." I whisper, gently placing both of my hand on his cheeks. "I know I can be pretty harsh on you, but you know I care. We're both getting back on our own tracks and when we do, it'll be better."

Antonio let one of his signature smiles form on his face, taking my hands from his face so he could hold them.

"Lovino, you might be a mean person to everyone else, but everytime you make comments like that I want to show the whole world who you really are. Along with that, each one reminds me just how much I love you."

"Let's keep it between us. I like it better that way."

"I know you do."