“Your kids are hilarious,” Marco spoke to the comatose body of his sister, leaning back in his seat with his hands stuffed into his jean’s pockets. “They don’t talk too well yet, but they’re hilarious babies. You can see they get their weirdness from you,” He chuckled breathlessly, his eyes stinging to see the unresponsiveness of her figure and swallowed the lump forming in his throat.“You know, Reena,” He cleared his throat and sat straight while rubbing a hand over his face. “I met this girl, a girl I really like after the whole Haruhi-fiasco,” His voice diminished to a whisper as he drew circles on the sheets, bushing down at the tiles.“Her name is S-” His words froze as he looked up and caught sight of his parents standing tense before the doctor, his father’s teeth gritted and fists clenched to his side.

“I’ve lost all hope, Sofia,” Marco murmured dejectedly, rubbing a hand over his forehead as he drooped over the counter. Sofia’s throat tightening to see his stare on the glass of bourbon and ice. “It’s a failed battle,”Hearing him of all people say that forced an acidic taste to infiltrate her mouth, her fingers tightening around the glass before she put it down beside her. Steeling herself to grab his face and maybe slap some sense into him. But before she could even indulge in such insolence, he continued speaking.“It’s funny,” He chuckled humorlessly. “Salvatore helped me through hell, through Haruhi’s deception, and every shit storm that hit me when I tried to build myself from the ground up. Without fail. And I promised him, I promised to help him through his troubles, and I can’t even

It had been a little over a week since Marco had come back to the apartment. Up until Salvatore got discharged he was in the estate, but Sofia couldn't wait for him to be back in the apartment. Finding his constant visits and the discovery of his belongings rather endearing; he even asked her to come and help him pack up from his room in the estate. Sofia would never admit it, but she couldn't stop the relief from flooding her to know that he was back in the same vicinity as her, and now she could actually keep an eye on his recovery process.It came as no surprise to her that the Regnante family would be attending psychiatric therapy, the two years had been hell on all of them and left them traumatized for various reasons.But they wouldn't be starting until February, all of them needing some time on their own to recover.Even now, Sofia lay with her head prop

Sofia’s legs were draped over Marco’s, the man lying on his back with his face turned to her while she was curled to her side, softly rubbing small circles on his chest with her fingertips. Marco’s eyes were closed, his breathing soft with a hand on his stomach, the other resting lazily on her thigh. The back and forth motion of his thumb over the silk material being the only indicator of him being awake.Humming to herself, Sofia shuffled closer and cupped the side of his face into her hand, rubbing her thumb over his cheekbone as Marco opened his eyes to look at her from between his lashes. Giving her a soft smile at the gesture, he placed a kiss on the inside of her palm before nuzzling into her warmth, a chuckle rumbling through his chest.“How’d it go?” Sofia murmured hardly above a whisper, shifting closer when Marco moved to be on his side, draping an arm across her side an

The winter sunlight filtered in through the open curtains, bathing the lounge in a warmth that had both inhabitants enjoying it on the lounge. Marco sat on the sofa, a file in hand with Sofia’s head in his lap and her focus on the booklet of questions on her thighs and scribbling on the pages.Soft music swimming through the apartment as the couple enjoyed the soothing Saturday morning.Marco combed his fingers through her golden tresses as he read the words before him, stopping his gesture of affection when Sofia’s fingers bumped against his when she scratched at her head. Redirecting his gaze at the touch, he watched his wife rest the pages on her thighs and pick up the calculator on her chest, muttering under her breath as she typed on the keys, picking up the booklet again before scribbling at the page. Chuckling under his breath, Marco returned his gaze to the file in his hand and resumed combing hi