Vanessa has always been her own person, though I would like to make her my sister and bring her into the family, she can be rather… well, wild. Now that I think about it, she thought Niko handling our son was the ‘sexiest thing ever’ Vincent and Niko are somewhat similar, physically. Niko is more quiet and cold, while Vincent is brooding and a bit of an asshole if you’re the kind to get offended easily. But that doesn’t make him less attractive in the least, I think if you like them bad, he's right up your alley. After her comment the other day about wanting to fuck someone, this could catch two birds with one net. It’s excellent. And their names match, Vincent and Vanessa, just like Dominiko and Delores. If that isn’t a sign I don’t know what is- “Not a chance” his refusal immediate, cdidnt even let me bask in the glow of my excellent matchmaking. I straightened confused “Why not, don’t you like her? She is the most gorgeous woman I know, with a great fashion sense, you are be

“Babies, can you imagine what your papa did?” I ask the twins, and of course, neither of them answers me, they've probably already written the mama off as a crazy lady today. I bite my bottom lip shyly The man is crazy, but as he has already paid... I better start getting ready. I quickly text Maria. Me: something nice for tonight, Niko and I will dine upstairs I put Calea on one hip then lean over the couch my hand going to my son's back, already knows what to expect, his little arms wrap around my neck and I place him on my other hip. "Smart boy" "Let's go see if I can find that red dress, Mama has a date tonight," I whispered then kissed their heads one after the other. I head straight to the closet, the twins in tow I'm not sure I can remember the dress he wants in particular. "This is going to be fun, yes?" I spent the rest of the evening getting ready, pausing after painting my nails to feed the twins and myself as I was getting a little hungry. Leaving enough space

LOLA Present... Niko bathes the children and I assist him in dressing them, he picks out a cute baby blue sweat and matching pants for Caela and puts some accessories in her hair, I’d like to point out she didn’t fight him half as much as she would have me. I am the assistant parent today because when it’s time to feed them I take a back seat and watch as he feeds spoons of oatmeal into their little mouths, handing him napkins and holding the plates when necessary. Caela is all smiles, as he wipes her chin, her hand going to hold his arm to her face. Then he leans towards the right to do the same to Angelo who pokes out his tongue, getting a little taste of napkin. I bring out my phone and take a picture of them saying “commemorating family history” when the three of them look at me, when he turns back to the children, I take some more, I swipe through the pictures finding one that came out really nicely, I should frame this one, I think to myself, in the afternoon we put them do

** “Your Nona seems nice” I lean into the door, looking at my husband as he dresses, Valantina just left and he came straight up, phone glued to his ear in conversation with Matteo, I could only catch bits and pieces of the conversation as I followed behind him upstairs. He grunts in response, slipping his hands through the sleeves of his black shirt and doing up the buttons. “You were upset” I state, still wanting to know why everyone seemed wary of her presence, though she was a far cry from what I’d been expecting, she didn’t seem bad, just serious. “I don’t like surprises. She wasn’t supposed to be here for about a week” My brows go up, “Then you were expecting her” another grunt as he slips on his cufflinks, folding down the collar of his shirt. “You didn’t think I had to know we were having a visitor?” I questioned as Niko fastened his watch to his wrist and then turned to me. “Why?” I push off the wall, my long dress sweeping the floor as cross my ankles. “Oh, I don’t

“I’m sorry Niko but your Nonna is a bitch” I pace the length of the room, my hands at my hips, trying to calm down. Valentina just left and the others tickled out of the room one after the other, Tommy saying something about being famished. His eyes follow my movement, the chair turned to the side, not saying a word, in fact, he seems content to stare at me while I seeth silently. “Nothing to be sorry about, I always thought she was a bitch myself”I pause "Why are you looking at me like that?”“Your ass looks delicious in that dress”I give my husband an unimpressed look. “You cannot truly be thinking about sex right now”“Why not?” He corcked a brow. with his hair combed back, his features look sharp, his blue eyes piercing. I stop my pacing and walk up to where he remains seated, I'm so wound up I want to throw a fit, its times like this his cold personality angers me. When I’m close enough, he pulls me by my arm until I’m between his parted thighs and then sits me on one lap.