Four weeks after Branch refused Poppy.

He sent the tracker bug off; he wouldn't be needing it.

John spent a week travelling with Rhonda. The letter Peppy sent weighted heavily on his mind, his baby brother was the one he heard about stopping the rock apocalypse, he'd been in shock, but his heart knew before his head acknowledged it because he'd already set Rhonda moving.

Poppy wouldn't have been his first choice as any sort of mate for Branch, she had been too loud and grabby, according to baby Branch, he doubted it changed much as she got older, she was doted on by Peppy and only told off by Viva.

John held a happy Branchs tiny paw as they walked around the market, he'd woken up from a nap and being grizzly, to be fair they were, being cooped inside Grammas pod because of the rain.

Spruce had cooked up a storm, there were leftovers for days, Clay had been reading, Floyd had been happily (for a change) playing his guitar, and John had been planning the next Brozone tour, Branch had been dotting around his brothers 'helping' in the way baby's do.

All was calm, it lasted two days, all hell broke loose when a plate smashed and woke Branch from his nap.

Gramma had immediately sent Floyd to clear the garden and Clay to clean his room, far away from each other, sent Spruce to clean the kitchen, and told John to take Branch shopping giving him a list.

So here he was going slow because his brother wanted to walk, it made him happy to see Branch like this carefree, until they were stopping because Branch saw mud, he sighed, looking down two blue eyes glared at the puddle as if daring it to come near and get him dirty.

Shuddering, John lifted him into his hair 'here you go B no dirt can get you' hearing the giggle as Branch settled down, poking his head out to 'help.'

Humming a new song, John started looking at the apples, getting the ones Branch said yes to.

Finished up they set off back, to the pod Branch now in his arm until they got past the mud puddle again.

Setting Branch on a tree root, a safe distance from the mud, John realised his pocket lighter, his wallet was missing, looking around he saw someone running after him with it hand, 'stay put bitty' getting a nod he turned to meet them halfway.

Thanking the troll and signing a picture, he turned in time to see Poppy dragging a struggling Branch to the mud, with Princess Viva trying valiantly to stop her.

'Poppy, he doesn't want to play' blonde tried separating the two, trying not to hurt Branch in the struggle, John saw pained tears in Branchs eyes as he struggled trying to help Viva get Poppy's arm off him, and became concerned at what Poppy said next.

'He's mine, and he needs to come play with me' the way she said set alarm bells ringing in John's head, every time Poppy came near, she always said 'he's mine' causing Branch, to hide behind one of the brothers or in their hair. Even his group of 'knights' as they'd been fondly known around nursery, kept her away from him.

'Let go, Let go' Branch had started hitting her hand in frustration, 'I'll bite you' he warned, John knew he would he hate being pulled around.

Starting over, before Branch followed through with the warning or worse ended up in the mud, and to try and help Viva get her little sister off, caused a symphony of problems.

John had accidentally startled Viva, causing her to let go of the smaller trolling's, resulting in both tumbling into the mud.

With Branch finally free, John and Viva scooped their respective siblings and carried them back to the tree root.

Viva was a bundle of nerves John noticed this every time Poppy did something wrong, Viva was sorry like it was her fault. Sending out a soothing rumble to Branch was in turn calming Viva down.

'JD' Branch was sniffling, normally he'd be trying to scrape the mud off, he was, but not with as much speed as normal.

John helped get the worst of it away, 'I think it's a nice warm bath when we get back, bambino' seeing the half-heated glare from blue eyes, until he brushed the arm Poppy had hold of, the glare switched back to tears 'Dee' looking at the arm John saw small bruises forming.

Hearing a small growl, followed by shushing from Viva, John looked at Poppy who was trying to puff up and snarl at John for touching Branch, he wouldn't tolerate this, this brat hurt his baby brother, he looked at Viva, eyes flicking to Poppy, asking with his if she was okay with him doing this.

Seeing Viva's eyes widen, and fall in sadness, he watched as she nodded.

Passing Branch to Viva with some wipes she moved away, with him and started to gentle wipe the rest of the mud off.

Seeing Poppy try to follow he stopped her she may be a kid, but you don't issue a challenge of you can't back it up. Seeing the pink eyes look at he puffed himself up, and loosed a challenging growl, it echoed around the area, trollings and parents stared at him in fright, hearing Viva and Branch squeak, he kept his attention on Poppy who tried to intimidate him again, but he let loose a stronger, louder longer warning, causing her to back away neck bared at the adult.

'When someone says No respect it' John growled picking up the brat by her dress he dropped her in-front of Viva, beckoning Branch over to him, smiling as Viva got most of the mud off, with Branch by his side, ' he looked at the small alpha who was still on the floor 'apologise, Now' seeing Viva start he raised his hand 'not you, her' pointing at Poppy.

Poppy was refusing to look at John or Branch, loosing another growl, watching her as she flinched, saccharin sweet, that was what came out of her mouth, a fake apology.

Picking up a sad Branch, he whispered 'next time we'll sick Floyd on her' which caused the baby to giggle madly.

John looked at the letter again reading it for what it was saccharin sweet, flowery word designed to make the recipient worry, well he was, not for Branch was clearly safe if the funk tribe had him, he knew Lownote and through him Darnell, who had only started pre stages not even having his first rut making him a young alpha, practically a baby.

He needed to hurry and get to Pop village he needed to figure out what Peppy's plan was.

The letter bothered him for another reason, two years after left he'd cooled down enough and after speaking to some other trolls realised it wasn't his brothers, he was made at it was himself, and the other trolls and how they treated his family, his baby brother, after he realised, he knew he need to go back and make some apologies.

He found a space in the community he was staying in, learned about other tribe and about the strings which had been destroyed, he'd been offered a space in the hinter land community if he wanted it, they'd even offered space for his family.

His brothers and Gramma they could be free of the troll tree, Branch could be free of the trolls who wanted to court him for his family line and maybe he'd have found someone who liked him for being him, like the little blue reggaeton, he was funny.

It had taken him a year to back, 3 years in total branch would be almost six, he found the tree destroyed, their old pod was grey and dirty, it looked like dried husk of what it once was, horror had filled him as he went inside.

No one was there he searched it…. No one, searching the rooms, other than a thick layer of dirt, his and his brothers' rooms looked like they had been made and were waiting for the occupants, Branchs room however looked like it had been destroyed toys, books, his bedding all across the floor, he found his Bitty B glasses smashed against a wall, Mr. Sprinkles was on the floor.

John cleaned the room sobbing as he did, he couldn't leave the mess, Mr. Sprinkles however was put in his pocket.

He'd found a letter in the living room after collecting some of his brother's favourite things, Spruce's apron and a few of his favourite albums, Clays favourite blanket to read under and some his books, Floyd' acoustic guitar and his music journal from Branch he had Mr. Sprinkles and the picture from his second Birthday his favourite one.

Nonno, Mama and Baba, Gramma they would be disappointed in him, he was supposed to look after the family.

The letter from King Peppy confirmed it his sweet baby brother and Gramma were dead.

John found it odd, Peppy would even think to contact him then again, he wouldn't have known John went back to the troll tree.

One day when he was missing Branch, he looked through the papers when he understood why he was given them, family rites, his family's history, was mingled in with Branchs rights, as the eldest he could post pone even the courting and marriage contracts and by all that was trolly he would.

Poppy or Peppy was not getting their paws on his baby brother.

He knew out of all of t to be brothers, Floyd would make sure he and Bruce got to Branch (they never knew the reason Floyd's band ended up on vacay island was because of him) what no one knew was he made sure his parents and Gramma gave them to Floyd, he was proud when Floyd split them and gave half to Bruce.

It was why he'd insist on at least one of them being found, he could hold everything up.

He needed to get to Pop Village hopefully before something happened to his baby brother that couldn't be undone.

…

Three days after receiving Peppy's letter.

Clay finished packing; he made Viva stop when she started panicking.

'Clay are we sure the best plan is to go to the village' Viva was wrapped in one of the larger blankets they made together.

Clay looked stopped 'Viva, Berry, I thought he was dead, if this letter is true, I have to save him' cupping Viva's, 'I know your scared, but I won't let him hurt you' tilting her head so she could see his eyes 'I promise'.

Clays plan was simply this, get to Pop village find out the truth, and then … he had nothing he was working blind.

But he was going to save his brother that he was certain of.

….

'I promise' Viva knew he would, Putt-Putt Village named her Queen and though he never used the title Clay was the King.

They helped each other everyday making sure one was not overwhelmed (Viva)and the other didn't get too serious (Clay).

He helped her learn about her family history the real one, not the fake one Peppy had her feeding, Poppy. Clay was the smartest trolls she knew, and he helped her when she got stuck, and through it they learned the truth about Ramus and his love for Papaver.

With the information from his own family, she knew, the protection rites, they could come into play, but unless the other section which Clay didn't have held the answer.

But right now, he was too panicked to even listen properly.

Slipping in her pack the duo departed putt putt village.

…..

2 months since the enchantment ball, 1 month since the reggaetons left, 6 weeks since Branch accepted Tresillo gift.

Branch's restlessness was getting worse, he was close to his heat he could tell, the dreams, we're getting vivid, it didn't matter what he did.

Hype and Boom were trying to distract him, he knew this, they were excited and dragging him around the marketplace in Beat square, it wasn't often that his brothers were here with him, so he indulged them, letting them drag him around.

…

Being dragged into a clothing store was not his first choice, but it made the Boom and Hype happy, looking at the racks, while waited for his brothers, they had decided to find the worst cloths they could, the did it before show to break any tension they all felt, some stuff they ended up buying, like Trickee's paint splotched jeans and the two leather vests which were claimed by Trickee and Ablaze (as the eldest)

Boom and Hype were the clothes designers of the group amongst other things.

'Branch, what do you think' Boom had put together the gaudiest outfit he could find, consisting of, ruffles, feathers, balloons and a nauseating about of glitter, in the boldest shade of day glow green, florescent yellow and traffic stoping orange, you needed sunglasses just to look at him.

Branch squinted at Boom '10/10 should wear at are next show' he said fighting back the urge to laugh as Boom deadpanned him, 'my dear sweet blue child, this is why we don't let you dress yourself anymore' Boom mocked.

Hype bounced seconds after in a corded vomit brown suit, Branch wouldn't even wear it and he had patch trousers, Boom took one look at them, stole, and burned. Hence the shopping trip.

'Hype, just no, take it off' Branch said flatly, Boom looked it in disbelief, 'where did you even find it?' watching Hype shrug his shoulders.

Seeing his brothers go back in the changing room, Branch hardly noticed as he walked, he'd wandered into the baby section, seeing the soft blankets in the shelf had drawn his attention.

Omega instincts close to the surface had him running his paw over the different textures no felt right, too scratchy, too heavy, that one had too much pattern, one had too little, one was too blue.

Branch saw it, the one, the right shade of deep forest green, plush but not as plush as his pelt, gold music notes were hand sewn in fine gold tread around the edges, looking closer he realised it was the song gramma used to sing to him.

Holding it close, he ran his paw across the soft material, purring, imagining the tiny green and yellow trollings, he'd dreamed about them, Tambori and Soli, this would be their blanket.

…

Boom and Hype had left the dressing rooms and realised Branch wasn't in the immediate area, looking around Hype spotted him, grabbing Booms arm he pointed Branch out, the pair looking at each other with a knowing grin.

Boom got the same way sometimes, around his heat he looked more at trolling cloths, blankets, toys, his last courtship had fallen through, he just wished he could find a troll that wouldn't care most of his band mates were alpha's.

Sneaking up to Branch they heard him purring and saw the faraway look in his eyes.

Hype gave a light cough bring Branch back to the pair as Boom looked at the blanket Branch was clutching tightly.

'It's pretty B, are you going to get it?' Boom asked gently, watching ask his baby brother, look guilty, 'I shouldn't, I don't really need' Branch was cut off, 'B I think you do, you looked so happy, and you purred, what were you thinking of?' Boom said watching as tears gathered at the side of Branchs eyes.

Hype placed his hand on his little brother's shoulders pulling him in for a hug, 'Booms right B, it made you happy, tell us?'

The duo watched as Branch stroked the blanket again, 'I had a dream.'

Branch had spent all day in labour, the pup he had waited so long for, was being as stubborn as their Papi, he wanted it to be over.

It would have waited until Tresillo was away, before wanting to make it entrance.

Tambora and Ligia, had offered to stay with him as their pups had been born weeks ago.

They sent the alphas away, all three of them were sick of the hovering, they just wanted five minutes, they couldn't blame the alpha trio, but five minutes.

They sent out red tracker bugs in the afternoon to get them back his waters had broken after lunch, but they had to find them first.

The reggaeton omegas had helped Branch alternate from the bath, walking, resting, but he had one stubborn pup. His mama had turned up to help him.

Rubbing his back as he groaned through the pain, why was it taking so long.

The omega half of his brain scented him before he got near, the pain ridden side of him joined and wanted Tresillo to hurt too, they agreed, flinging around with a burst of speed he didn't think he was capable of, he sunk his nails into Tresillos arm hearing a satisfying yelp.

After hearing the yelp, he gripped harder as pain ripped through him, legs almost buckling, he felt the alphas arms catch his elbows holding him upright, 'mi amor' he heard it and felt the nuzzle on his forehead.

'Tesoro, bath' he just wanted the warm water and his mate.

Feeling a strong blue arm around his back and thighs, arms latching around the neck, he nuzzled his face into the scent of warm cinnamon and crisp apples, breathing in deeply it relaxed him.

It had been hours until it was finally happening, and if one more person told him to breathe, he was going to shove the soap down their throat.

'Breath, Branch'

'Sto respirando, cazzo'

'Falli andare via' Branch begged 'please Tesoro'

Feeling Tresillos hands running through his hair, rubbing his shoulders.

He just wanted to hold his baby.

He felt it he needed to push he couldn't bite back the scream of pain, 'MAMMA' gripping Tresillos paws tighter he started pushing, 'that's it sweet one, PUSH' his mamma called.

Branch felt like he'd been pushing for hours, 'Tresoro' he whimpered, squeezing the abused paws of his alpha, feeling a head press into his he turned, green eyes looking back into his tired ones, he couldn't do it he was too tired, it was like Tresillo knew what he was thinking,

'Last one amor, the big one, push, you can do this, just push' Tresillo pressed a kiss to his forehead, and gripped back almost like he was giving what strength he could, Branch pushed, screaming, until he heard it, the screams of his baby.

His Baby, their Son, Tambori.

Laughing as he was placed against his chest, Branch saw Tresillos paw curled around his bottom as he squeaked his displeasure, until he settled against Branchs chest, his smaller blue hand resting on the tiny green back.

Smiling Branch looked at Tresillo, who had tears in his eyes, head still pressed against his, 'Lo hiciste mi amor, él está aquí, nuestro hijo, he's here' Tresillo was weeping, pressing kisses to Branchs head' he's here, you did it.' … After the baby had been cleaned and Branch settled in comfortably into bed he was given back his son, the green blanket wrapped snuggly around him, he had already worked a tiny paw free and gripped at the egde. He was happy, his little family, Tresillo joined him on the bed, holding him, as they both watched Tambori sleep.

The duo realised, why the blanket was important their baby brother had envisioned it, he was getting it, they wouldn't settle for anything less, and neither should he.

Making sure Branch had a good grip on the blanket Boom and Hype frog marched him to the sales troll who looked at the trio in surprise, before seeing what the Omega prince had, seeing a soft smile from the sales troll had Boom and Hype releasing a breath.

'Is that everything' seeing Branch was about to to say no, Hype burst in with 'can we have it wrapped, it's a gift.'

'Hype' Branch tried to stop him.

'Hush B' Boom said a soft hand turning his face toward him, seeing the panic in Branchs eyes, allowing his own mint and chocolate scent out, watching as his stressed baby brother calmed down some, 'what do you want B?' He saw Hype back away from the pair.

Boom focused on the way Branch clung to the blanket, with tears he was at a sensitive point in his cycle, 'I … I want….'

Boom knew he wanted his mate, pure and simple their courting wasn't finished.

Boom knew no matter what Branch and Tresillo were paired nothing was going to separate them without out a fight, one that Kismet would help Tresillo win, 'okay' he said taking the blanket from Branch with a bit of resistance and passed it to Hype, 'okay, let's go back, kay B, let's get back'.

….

After taking Branch back to his nest and happily wrapped in what Boom assumed was Tresillos blanket given the scent, he joined Hype in the living area, and saw the wrapped blanket that started their return back.

'Is he okay?' Hype was worried he was biting his thumbnail, joining him on the sofa, slapping him round the head to get the thumb away.

Hype and Boom were closer to Branch in age with 4 months between him, and Ablaze and Trickee had 7 months on him, so Branch was the Baby, so all of them worried and with the pink Brat, it made it worse.

Sighing he slouched into the cushion, 'he's just at the sensitive point, he'll be okay,' he hoped.

Seeing a pair of teal arms open Boom leaned in, he needed this, as much as Branch needed his nest.

Scenting Hypes dark chocolate and vanilla scent always calmed Boom and reminded him of when the quintet were pups playing around, nap time in the nursery pod, when it snowed, and Nanna Rosie made them hot chocolate.

Hearing the door to the main room, both alpha and omega became alerted to the fiery scents of their older brothers, Ablaze took after his name at smelt of cackling fire, but instead of the usual comforting scent it smelt dangerous, angry, and Trickee, who normally smelt of coffee and almonds, was practically acidic, poisonous.

Boom and Hype both took a more submissive stance and whined, to the older alphas who were clearly pissed, seeing the red tint to the corner of their eyes.

—

Floyd and Bruce were in awe of Vibe city, music pouring from every direction, trolls just hanging around, kid were playing not fearing for their safety, this they both thought is what Branch should have had as a trolling.

Floyd knew he should have gone back, but meeting Riff, his career taking off, the years slipped by, until seventeen and half his mind supplied.

His mini demon wasn't old enough to be courted he was nineteen, he could come live with Riff and him, he knew they would get along if the drumstick to the head was any indication (it still hurt), he was sure Riff would be on board.

Plus, he knew quite a few Trolls who would be suitable for his baby brother, he would be doted one, safe and he could have any pick of suitors who do this, he would fit in well, the bunker they planned when he was a pup, any Rock troll would build it for him as a gift, and Floyd would be able to protect him, and this supposed suitor would be a thing of the past.

Bruce shifted slightly the thoughts of guilt rattling around his head, he should have taken Branch he wanted to, but he didn't want the responsibility of a two-year-old hanging on him, he was eighteen at the time, he wanted to travel meet people, when he met Brandy it all changed, he told her about the guilt he felt, she tried to get him to go back but he couldn't face his family, he wished he had, maybe Branch wouldn't have been in this mess, he could spend time between Volcano Rock, touring with Floyd and spending time on Vacay Island with him and his family.

Bruce knew Floyd would insist on Branch staying with him, they were close when little it was the whole demon thing they had.

Though Bruce loathed to agree with the other two Bitty B was more vicious than Floyd, because with Branch was slow builder and struck without little warning.

Seeing a set of doors in front of them the duo looked at Lownote, Trickee and Ablaze who were whispering.

'You are cordially invited as guests of King Quincey and Queen Essence of the Funk Trolls, please be respectful, and I suggest you kerb the aggressive behaviour, it will not be tolerated here.' Lownote informed gesturing Bruce and Floyd forward.

Lownote gestured to the pair, letting them go forward first, he knew it wasn't going to be easy, they weren't going to give those contracts over with out a fight, and they weren't going to do so in Branchs best interest.

Looking to Ablaze and Trickee, he nodded, there was going to be a fight do-not give the anything more to fire.

Both boys understood him and stayed behind Lownote and the other brothers.

—

Quincey and Essence looked over the two brothers in front of them, they could see the shared resemblance to their son, but there was something else about them.

'Welcome to Vibe City' Quincey smiled hoping it took some of the aggression from the pink one 'thank you for coming to see us.'

Essence followed up, 'We hope it wasn't too much trouble getting here, we've been searching for you and your brothers.'

They watched as the pink haired one, forced himself not to growl at the mention of brothers, watching as the purple haired troll placed a hand on his should murmuring something.

'Thank you for your invitation and for bringing us to see our baby brother, I'm Bruce formally Spruce' came from the purple haired troll, 'and this is Floyd' gesturing to the magenta haired troll, who was chocking back a growl, 'pleasure' Floyd managed to spit out.

Q and E raised an eyebrow, at this, 'Perhaps' Essence started 'we could move to somewhere comfortable and discuss why we wished to speak to you' She tried.

A snarl ripped out of Floyd's mouth, 'look we just want to take our brother and go somewhere safe' he said bluntly.

Shocked was an understatement, the room took an almost collective breath.

Quincey, Essence and Lownote all looked at Floyd in shock, 'I don't think you understand the situation' Lownote started,

'I think we do, I was prepared to see my brother, I don't trust Peppy I never have, not since Branch was a pup, but I have a feeling, all you want is Branch's contracts, No, he's our brother, he come with us.'

'Then why did you leave him?!' Essence shocked herself, she prided herself on her calm, collective side, raising Darnell, ruling a kingdom, it all needed a calmness, she was lucky to have Quincey, who loved her as he did, her family.

Quincey looked to his Queen in shock, he has the same questions, but he heard his wife, he knew, this was not only about Branch, she felt guilty about losing Cooper, but he was not their only loss, they had lost a pup, soon after, it had hurt both of them, but meeting Branch, getting to know him, him calling them Mamma and Baba their twins Brothers, her maternal side and the omega side of her claimed him, and he her.

His Queen was hurting, he wouldn't allow anyone to cause her pain, looking at the two pop trolls, he need to try and make them understand 'It doesn't matter why, not right now, our son, is owed that explanation,' looking to his wife who looked away,'we hold a temporary contract, witnessed by all the tribes and Branch, we are keeping him safe, and he is happier now, he has a suitor who he chose, willingly, who he cares for greatly and it is returned, we wish to acknowledge our sons family heritage and the rites your parents, I'm sure sent forward for him, but you must understand, no longer knows you, and you don't know him.' He finished.

Bruce noticed the way the Queen asked the question, and how the King said, 'our son'.

Bruce realised they were right, they didn't know Branch but maybe if they spoke to him first, they could understand.

Seeing Floyd face, he stopped him before he spoke, 'maybe we should stop, Floyd, their right we don't know what the situation is,' Floyd opened his mouth 'Or' cutting him off again, what Branch wants,' looking to the King and Queen, 'Floyd is right, Branch is our Brother, we haven't met this suitor, if he exists, and given the letter we received, we cannot in good conscience sign anything to anyone, we were given the contracts for a reason and they will remain with us' looking a Floyd seeing him growl under his breath, he got a nod.

'Perhaps it would be best to postpone this meeting until tempers have calmed' the king stated.

Bruce just about to agree, was cut off 'we want to see Branch first.'

—-

Fire and poison, burnt through the room drawing the attention of the occupants, to the two trolls on the right of Lownote.

'Gentleman, perhaps you should leave until the prince returns', Lownote emphasis on the return wasn't missed by Ablaze thankfully, as he practically dragged Trickee from the room.

—

Trickee could have killed the two trolls in front of him and if it wasn't for Ablaze smelling just as furious, he wouldn't have been able to hold back.

They wouldn't sign Branch's contracts over, their baby brother, they claimed was under there protection and until this so-called suitor they claimed didn't exist, presented himself, they would hold the contracts and remove Branch from the love of and safety of his family, the fools.

Ablaze had his ponytail so he couldn't fight back, and was pulling him out toward the living area, 'what the hell Ablaze?' he growled feeling his own eyes edge red.

Two whines were heard causing him to snap his head around.

Boom, Hype, his brain supplied, he was hugging his little brothers, calming his scent down as not to scare them more.

….

Ablaze had never been so furious, he could feel the edges of rage hitting him, but it wouldn't help his baby brother, holding Trickee back was hard enough, but when they both caught scent of distress from the Branch as well as Hype and Boom calming scents, it set him off they were asked to leave until Branch 'returned'.

He dragged Trickee out by the ponytail to Branch's room, 'what the hell Ablaze' Trickee was growling at him, until two whines came from the younger pair in the room.

Feeling Trickee move he followed, calming himself down as well, hugging the four of them close, he felt himself relax, but with everything that had happened he knew they needed Branch.

As if by thought alone, a low coo came, which cause all four of them to shift making room for the spiced peach scent that was missing from their group.

A collective sigh was heard from all members as the suck to the floor in a pile reminiscent of the five pups from the nursery pod. Boom and Branch in the middle, Trickee across their legs, Ablaze used as their pillow and Hype hugging Boom.

…

This was family to the five trolls, one who slept happily in his own world, and his four big brothers watching over him and keeping him safe.

Ablaze and Trickee looked to Boom and Hype, no words were needed Hypes eyes gained the red tint of alphas and Booms went protective blue of omegas, they were furious, it wouldn't stand for long.

Their brother would get his alpha if they had anything to say about it, and they do.

Translation

Lo hiciste mi amor, él está aquí, nuestro hijo, - you did it love, he's here, our son

Sto respirando, cazzo, falli andare via -I'm fucking breathing, make them go away