" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 "
Eleanora Grace Moretti was born into the wild world of the American, Italian, and S...
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Seventeen years back
Fifteen years ago, in the cozy warmth of their beautiful villa, Vincenzo and Emeralda Moretti were enjoying a family movie night with their seven sons sprawled across the living room. The warmth of the fire danced across their faces and the glow from the television flickered softly as a movie played on the screen. Laughter filled the room, mingling with the crackle of the fireplace, and the sound of playful banter between the boys echoed through the walls.
Maximus the eldest was sitting with a serious expression, trying his best to explain a joke from the movie to Stephano.
Lorenzo and Giovanni were curled up on the carpet in front of the fire, engrossed in their own whispered conversation, completely ignoring the movie. Lorenzo's hands moved in excited gestures, his eyes wide with whatever grand scheme he was detailing to Giovanni, who nodded eagerly along.
Roman and Romeo, the mischievous twins, were sprawled out on the floor, more interested in wrestling than watching the film. Every so often, one would squeal as the other pinned him down, only for the tussle to start all over again. Marco sat nestled between them, giggling as he watched his brothers with wide-eyed wonder. He seemed content just being in the middle of the action, laughing at everything, even though he didn't quite understand what was happening.
Amidst the playful chaos, Emeralda, resting comfortably on the sofa with her head leaning on Vincenzo's shoulder, felt a sudden craving. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she turned to her husband.
"Can I have peanut butter with pickles?" she asked, grinning.
Vincenzo raised his eyebrows, scrunching his nose in mock disgust. "Pickles and peanut butter?" he teased but got up and headed toward the kitchen. "Anything for my darling"
Maximus wrinkled his nose, hearing the conversation. "Mom, that's gross!" he exclaimed, pulling a face of mock horror. Emeralda started laughing looking at his expression
Just as she was about to say something , a gasp escaped Emeralda's lips. She clutched her swollen belly, her eyes wide with shock and panic. "Vincenzo! Fudging Moretti! Help me, my water just broke!" she cried, her voice laced with fear and excitement.
Vincenzo who was entering the kitchen froze for a split second, his heart thudding in his chest. Then, as if on autopilot, he raced over, scooping her up in his arms without hesitation. "Boys, follow the car with the bodyguards and Miss Sofia" he shouted, his voice filled with urgency but calm enough to comfort the children. Miss Sofia was their nanny who looked after them.
The boys, confused and wide-eyed, watched as their mother was whisked out of the room. They exchanged glances, unsure of what was happening, but quickly followed the instructions, their worry mixing with curiosity.
