Daughter In Italian 소설 & 이야기

“Do you have any first names in mind?” “No. I haven’t even thought about it.” “I have a few. Do you want to hear?” “Sure.” “Martina. It goes well with your last name. Martina Marino.” I didn’t know anyone with that name, and I liked how sophisticated it sounded. My daughter wouldn’t be just anyone. She would be the daughter of the richest man in Italy. With a powerful father, she needed a powerful name. Martina Marino. “I like it. I really like it.”

The groom’s family erupted cutting me in, voices overlapping in savage Italian and English, “Troia sporca! You dirty slut, spreading like a street dog!” Jasper’s mother spat, face contorted. “Puttana incinta di un bastardo(pregnant whore with a bastard seed! You think you can disgrace us? We’ll cut it out of you ourselves!)” “Figlia di puttana!” another aunt snarled. (Daughter of a bitch! “You’ve soiled our name, you cum-guzzling tramp! Abort it now, or we’ll drag you to the alley and do it with a knife!”

“I’m Augustine but you can call me August.” “Clementine but you can call me Clem or stupid because that’s how I feel right now,” I said and he gave me a puzzled look. “Since you’re only here because my daughter is trying to find me a husband.” Something I didn’t even want. August shook his head. “I think it’s adorable, it’s not like Aaliyah is a random kid. She’s talked about you a lot before. Actually,” he paused to run his hand through his hair sheepishly. “I’m pretty sure she’s trying to play matchmaker because of a comment I made last week.”

Italy is slowly becoming my second home, and the language is getting easier to learn. Benvenito a casa, la mia raggazza is boldly written on a large banner. Grinning, we open the door, past the banner, and there everyone is waiting. “Daddy!” Violet screams as she runs to her Dad, hugging him tightly. Nina wastes no time as she walks to her Family, moving into her mother’s embrace. Smiling, Cara, Danielle and I walk to Sinister. “Phiona.” Luciano grins as he jumps into my arms, I kiss him all over his face, as he tightens his hand round my neck, God, I love this boy so much.

“Stai cercando di uccidere tuo figlio? Non temi più Dio?” [Are you trying to kill your son? Don’t you fear God anymore?] “Regina deldramma!” Cristy murmurs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head before dropping her nose back into the book she is reading. After a bit of Italian that I picked up since my stay in Venice, I think she just called him a drama queen...or king...that I’m not sure.

"Take off my bra please, Mommy." "Of course, my princess," said Giulia unhooking her bra. Sabrina gasped when her breast was naked. "Now, Mom, take off your bra." "Yes, honey. I knew you were going to ask me that. Mi sono tolta il reggiseno." (I've removed my bra), she said in Italian. "Now, Mommy, I want to feel your breast on my back." Giulia touched her big mammary gland on her daughter's back near her shoulder, and Sabrina lifted her head and sighed with pleasure:

I had imagined the great Don Alessandro Vitale standing cold and silent while I explained why his daughter had thrown away seven years for a man he warned her about. Instead, he saw the bruise on my face, the child in my arms, and the hand I kept pressed over my stomach. His expression crumpled. "My daughter." Then he pulled me against him like I was still the little girl who used to hide in his study during thunderstorms. My mother held Luca and cried openly. She kissed every inch of his face, called him our little prince in Italian, and ordered the kitchen to make enough food for an army because he looked too thin.

I went to stand close to the little girl and asked "What's your name Amoretto?" "My name is Serafina, and what's the meaning of Ameretto", she asked while smiling. "It means little love, princess", I didn't know why I was so attracted to the little girl but I knew one thing, I wanted her to be my daughter. "And what is your name sir", she asked confidently. "My name is Sebastian Lucchese", I said with a smiling face. "Ahem ahem", I could hear Caterina cough but I knew it was fake so I rolled my eyes.

Bella turned to see the almighty Lorenzo walking majestically down the stairs, clapping. Her father walked towards him and they chuckled before grasping themselves "and where is my daughter-in-law?" he asked grinning from ear-to-ear. Dante pushed his daughter forward and Bella walked carefully to him "oh my" he gasped "such beauty" he took the hands of the lovely woman and Kissed them Softly bellissima Cosatto" he called and she nodded. "Una delle donne piu belle che abbia mai visito" (One of the most beautiful women I have seen)