Author Note: Dear Guest: Yeah, actually I thought it might be a good idea to link small details of previous chapters to make them meaningful. Although there are no storm, I add a little, later. I'll see what I can do. As always thank you very much for your time here. Greetings. :)

25.- Work VS Love.

Just over an hour later, almost everything was ready for the guests, Kaori had cooked ravioli with bolognesa sauce in a separate container and sent for fast food to a sushi store was in the neighborhood.

- Okay, ravioli with sushi, very "Japanitalian" and some snacks, I do not think them to kill me for not doing something so elaborate. – She sighed.

Meanwhile, Francesco and children were clean and tidy, looking at the shopping bags and packages he and Kaori had bought that afternoon. She had taken her work uniform to hide it away in her room before the twins to see.

-Do not worry, it smells great; I bet that everything will be perfect with sauce. - Francesco spoke to her from the chair near the sofa.

- Yes, I hope... Well, I'll get ready, yet I have a half hour, I'll take a fast shower. Oh, do not let the children come here, everything is warm. – The redhead said.

-You heard mom, my dears, nothing to go to the kitchen. – The Italian man repeated to their children.

-Yes! – Both confirmed, but were more focused on gifts than anything else.

-Wow! How cute purple dress, very modern, I love the cuts it has on the shoulders is simply beautiful. - Luccia admired one of her new acquisitions, dress short sleeves, but the cuts of which she spoke were like little flower petals falling around the shoulders, all the same shade of purple and although it was complete, the skirt seemed a division starting from the waist.

- Your mother chose it; I think she has a great eye for those things. – Francesco commented.

- I know, has a great aesthetic sense, we live in a small house, but Mom knows what is good. - Luccia defended the point.

- Princess. Where do you get such big words? - "Aesthetic sense "Again he was surprised.

- Do not read Japanese fashion magazines? Or is it possible that in Italy there is not? - Asked the girl.

- No, I really do not read much... But, that was clear to me. - He smiled and then looked at Lucciano. - What you say, Lucky? Do you like your gifts?

- Yes, thank you... - Held a T-Shit of Italy football soccer team. - I did not think there were official shirts of the Azzurri at the mall. - (Note: Azzurri or Squadra Azzurra "Blue Squad" Is the nickname of the soccer team of Italy.)

- Well, about all the selections in the sports section you ever gone to take a look? - The racer asked curiously.

-No, because when we go shopping with mom, just see what she says is necessary. - Replied the child, leaving the T-shirt aside and seeing a replica of a Ferrari FR that was in another box. Then he looked at his father. - Hey Dad... Do you miss the tracks? -

Francesco was watching him a moment, as well as the car in its box.

- I... Yes, I have lost one; the next will be the weekend. Not that I've been training... But, I also want to be with you, I cannot do so many things, I prefer to stay here. - He said it all neutrally, but inside was torn in two, remembering that the races were a fundamental part of his life, he was born to it and now... - Well, let's sort all this to put the plates on the table, so helped mom a little before dinner. What do you think ? - Immediately smiled, so as not to spend his distress to the twins and devised these tasks to not think so much about things he missed.

Luccia and Lucciano looked at him, not very convinced of his words, and however began to sort everything when his father said.

20 minutes later, Kaori was almost ready, dressed quickly, putting some black tights and a red dress sleeveless top, just hold in a couple of straps. She had 10 minutes to comb, put a little makeup and perfume.

- Oh no, time, time... But, could they arrive predicted? - She spoke as she ran from one side to another, taking her hairbrush and looking at a piece of furniture her makeup box. - Outside no noise what happened? - She cared for since her room was the living room heard nothing. Or maybe it's the neurotic thoughts were so nervous that it were stronger than any noise.

After finishing, the redhead slowly opened the door of her room and looked around, Francesco and children were on the second floor, keeping everything that was at one time on the couch.

- Wow, is all sorted... And the table arranged. How nice. - She smiled. - My only regret is not having bought another pair of slippers to go home. Those are the ones I have lent them to my grandfather when he comes to visit, and when Garou visit to the twins, he brings his own... Well, I guess it's too late for that. - After her thoughts, was to see the food.

In two minutes, the Italian and his kids were back.

-We order all, mom. - Lucky said very satisfied with their work, standing at the side of his mother.

-Thank you my love, was very helpful, the table was very nice. - Kaori commented.

After that comment, the doorbell rang. Everyone looked at the door, Kaori was anxious, hoping to please the people who worked with the broker.

- I will. – Francesco provided, and was quickly opened. When he did he found facing them almost all his team. -Hello! Welcome. I'm glad that you were easy to find the address. -

In total there were 5 people: Giuseppe, boss and coach of Francesco, Carlo, the mechanical star of the team, and Salvatore "Sal", who drove the truck carrying the FR car, everywhere, Fausto, his legal representative in all events plus team holder and finally Evan, senior driver, a little younger than Francesco and who had been called as reinforcement.

-Francesco! You're alive; we thought you were still lost in the country. - Carlo said as a joke, Giuseppe had told everyone as was the situation. Except about the part of Kaori and the children.

- Who told you that Francesco was not right? – The racer smiled and let them go in, but not before making them remove their shoes and leave it at the entrance.

- Excuse me, good evening. – Giuseppe greeted kindly, who saw Kaori and children standing near the kitchen.

- Hello... Good evening... - The redhead was so nervous that greeted somewhat shy.

- My name is Giuseppe Motorosi and my companions, Mr. Fausto Bugatti, Carlo and Evan Maserati and our professional heavy driver, Salvatore Camionista . - Presented to all and they stood there.

The twins went behind their mother, she caressed their head. Their reaction was not what she expected. Luccia and Lucciano looked especially Salvatore, who was a big man, tall, something made him look a bit like a bear, plus much beard around his face and bushy eyebrows.

- Hey Ciccio, which prettiest girl... But it's not Japanese, I thought otherwise. She has a sister? - Carlo whispered to his companion, while maintaining a straight pose, hands in the pockets of his jacket dress.

- No. - Francesco answered a bit rough.

-Well... Do not want to sit? We were about to have dinner? You like to join us? - The redheaded approached to all the children still remaining near the kitchen. - By the way, my name is Kaori, nice to meet you and they are my children, Luccia and Lucciano. - She introduced herself, although twins also said nothing.

Obviously she not going to tell the story about the little ones was the work and grace of a fling she had with Francesco over 6 years. No way.

Luccia watched intently as her mother had spoken to them, meant that she could. But first put eyes on Carlo, blushing a little, he really was a very attractive man; it was like this whimsical love a student to a teacher.

She took her brother's hand and forced him to go with her.

I do not want... - Lucciano complained, anyway he goes.

- Hi, my name is Luccia, you're the dad chief, Giuseppe is your name right? - The girl spoke to one of the oldest, Giuseppe looked older than all, and the second was Faust. She said that with such confidence that Kaori almost bristling like a cat.

- "Dad chief"? - Fausto repeated, and looked at Francesco, question, receiving a smile very natural response.

The man in gray suit and well groomed hair knew anything; the only aware there were Carlo and Giuseppe.

Fausto Bugatti, sponsored and arranged all had to do the racer, especially in commercials, magazines and interviews, told how to move, how to dress and how to wear a scarf if necessary, but all out of the track .

- Yes... Yes, I am training to Francesco, is a pleasure, little Luccia and Lucciano? Right? - Said the old Motorosi to both children with a friendly smile, and then took his gaze to Kaori. – Nice, Kaori, do not have to be tense, just came to talk and I think we would love to accompany you to dinner, yes, gentlemen? – Asked to his team.

-Of course! I have a hungry, sure everything is delicious, and the smell of the sauce you could feel from the outside. - This time the voice was Sal, his voice was so deep, but friendly. He seemed a Santa Claus, more young and with dark hair. Interestingly he was not concerning about the phrase of Luccia.

The others agreed, but gave the impression that Fausto wanted to go fast.

- So please come, or everything will cool down. - Kaori was soon offered to serve ravioli filled dishes adorned each with some sushi rolls around, and pots of bolognese sauce and soy that could be served at home. - Sorry for it is not so fine dining... Time will not let me make something better. - The redheaded apologized while leaving a dish for everyone, looking like everyone took a seat.

-No problem, Kaori, we eat what you serve. It also looks great. - Carlo said, settling into a chair.

- Well, thank you. - She was a bit distressed.

Luccia sat between Carlo and Evan, Maserati cousins, both were so cute, and the girl was very comfortable with her place. Too bad they were much older.

Lucky usually liked to sit at the head of the table, because it was flashy, but he did not want anyone noticing him, so better quietly helped his mother to bring a couple of bottles of soda. Either way, Fausto looked at the child; there was something about him...

- Motorosi. - Called the man in gray suit, who sat at his right hand. - Do not you think this boy is too much like Francesco? - Whispered.

- Do you think? - Replied the old racer, as always with a question that baffled everyone.

Bugatti did not speak again, but just to make a couple of comments apart.

After dinner, the redhead picked up all the dishes from the table, Francesco and Luccia helped to took all near the sink. She would clean all the dishes later.

-It was a great dinner, thank you very much. - Carlo said with a smile.

- Yes, thank you. - Seconded Evan, his voice so soft it seemed a whisper, he was a quiet man, contrary to the whole ego of Francesco, shy, simple, pale face, short dark blond hair slicked back, with a couple of strands falling over his forehead, his amber eyes were so unique and mysterious as himself but big and vibrant as a pair of suns .

- You're welcome. – She answered still a bit flushed, then called her children to go to the second floor. - Excuse me, we will leave with your issues alone, I retreat to prepare children to sleep. With your permission.

The redhead took Lucciano and Luccia, who said goodbye to everyone, then left the group of men sitting on the sofa and chairs in the living room.

- So? What do you think? - Francesco asked to the group once alone.

- They are very cute. - Salvatore smiled, regarding children.

- Yes, but Francesco, we did not come to talk about them, we came by your situation these last days, I never figured you would be in a private house with a woman and two children. What do you want? What the press talk more than they already can? - Fausto was a little upset, beaten and talked a little breath. - Do you realize that you're costing thousands of dollars each time you are absent from a race, in a commercial recording? We are just over half the season; you know it's not a game.

-I'm not playing, Mr. Bugatti, I fully understand the point, but these people are not a game, I have a very big and important reason to be here. - Francesco answered.

- What could be more important than your career? Look at this. - Fausto pulled from inside his jacket a sports magazine with a title in yellow letters huge red rounded and put it on the coffee table. It read: "Gina Fiori announces her sudden breakup with famous FR Racer."

- So Gina is doing scandal, what nonsense. I do not care what she says, I know what happened between us. What affect it to her? Nothing. -

- The truth is that she has not much head, but she has a degree of sincerity, I read the article and did not say anything more than, and not liked, just that and she does not feel bad about it, still working. – Giuseppe contributed and it was true, just saying that.

- But Francesco, that girl was a bomb, was perfect for you, for your image. For the team image. - Fausto did not yet understand.

-For that reason she is an image, I did not love her. Do not want to spend my life with a woman I did not love. – The racer answered.

-No need to love her, she was willing to sleep with you and all that just because. - Bugatti even tried to convince him.

- Fausto, listen, my wayward brat age is gone, I do not want a doll, and I want a woman, a real woman... Someone who loves me and I can honestly give the same love, someone with who to share life, not for image, but for love. - Francesco was explained honestly.

- That takes time, therefore you are no a brat, you need a girl by your side. It is easier to buy someone; if you want I can do it now. - Bugatti offered about to get his phone to make calls for.

- I have my special someone... - Answered quickly before the man who committed talked nonsense.

- What do you mean? - Fausto noticed that the others were very quiet, so he looked at them briefly.

- Tell him, Ciccio. – Carlo recommended between a big sigh, sitting on the couch next to Giuseppe and Evan.

-All right... I, I have a real woman; I'm with Kaori, who lives in this house. – Francesco revealed.

- What? - Fausto froze, started laughing with confusion. But soon he asked for a good explanation. He thought it was the only one who knew nothing.

To be continued...

Disclaimer:

-Kaori, Luccia, Lucciano, Evan and Fausto are characters that belong to me, as this story. (c) Shadoru.
-The other characters belong to (c) Disney. PIXAR.
-Note: Salvatore Camionista is a fictional name I put to "Sal" is a character in Cars, originally is the truck that carried Francesco, but as there are three characters who call Sal on Cars saga, I decided to put him a name a little more concrete.

-Sorry my bad English.