TROUBLE

five

Without a second thought, the front door swings open.

I smile at the sight in front of me.

My cousins: Angelo, Leonardo and Flavio pushing and shoving one another, fighting to be the first through the door.

"There's enough of me to go around, no need to fight over me." Cyrus screeches like a girl. He walks towards our laughing cousins and opens his arms expecting a hug. But all he gets is shoved to the floor, falling to his ass, for the second time today.

The cousins side step him and all look up at me with the biggest shit eating grins on their faces.

I have missed them, more than I care to admit.

They all run over to me, continue their play fighting to see who will hug me first.

Angelo Francesco Saldaro, 19, he could be mistaken as the missing triplet to Camden and I, with his blonde hair and brown eyes. He is 4 days older than us, and if you haven't noticed, our middle names are the gender equivalent.

If I had to admit I had a favourite cousin, I would say him... of the others don't find out.

Flavio Eduardo Saldaro, 22, is very similar to Giovanni, in terms of looks and how they act. He is a bit of a fuck boy too. He is like crazy intelligent, he could easily be some high paying lawyer or something, but he works for a private organisation doing God knows what.

Leonardo Mattia Saldaro, 27, he is the oldest out of Saldaro offspring, he has dark hair and green eyes just like his mama, or my Aunty Reina. He runs the family offices in Italy after my Zio Luciano retired last year.

After a few short moments of fighting I clear my throat. I was getting bored. They pause and look at me sheepishly.

I finally open my arms waiting for a hug, Flavio is the first to walk into them. He may be standoffish and cold most of time, but in reality he loves his family more than anything.

The other two join and soon I am squashed between 3 giant bodies, as much as I love them, I couldn't breathe.

My saviour comes in the form of my grandfather, my Pops, Eduardo Saldaro.

"Dov'è il mio raggio di sole?" (Where's my sunshine?). His deep voice causing the boys to tense and let go of me. Pops instils fear in all of the boys, it is rather comical because to me is he is my hero.

I run over to my Pops and instantly embrace his strong body, for a 75 year old man he is still so strong and is probably fitter than me. That may be a slight exaggeration but I am not far off.

"I've missed you so much Pops." He chuckles and his me closer to his body. "I hope you have, I haven't seen my favourite grandchild in almost a year." I laugh in response.

"HEYY!" A chorus of shouts follow, hushed murmurs of how that Pops mind isn't as good as it used to be and he is mistaking me for one of them.

They are all so delusional.

"Mia cara!" My crying nonna, Rosabella, embraces me tightly, rocking em side to side, after she gives me whiplash from the fast motions she peppers kisses all over my face. I'm sure I now have pink lipstick all over my face. She pulls away and places her hands on my upper arm.

"Cecilia Francesca!" Uh oh. "Why haven't you called me?"

Am I supposed to tell the truth? Yes. Will I? Probably not.

Her hands are placed on her hips, one of her brows are raised in a questioning manner. I am never the one on the receiving end of nonna's taunts. I don't like it.