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"Mmm"he stood up slowly making his way towards me ."Are you afraid of me Sage "came his deep voice from behind me as he placed his hands on my hips .
I sucked in a breath as I felt his nose run up the back of my now exposed neck thanks to him mo...
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Sage De'luca
"Hallo mein süßer kleiner Junge" I coo as I pick up my two month old son, Marco. (hello my sweet little boy.)
As soon as we found out the gender Gio automatically decided that the name would be Marco. I didn't pick an argument because I knew how important this was to him. As long as I had a happy and healthy little baby then I was fine.
Marco Klaus Stevens De'luca
I know it's a lot but we decided to name him after our fathers. My dad cried when he held Marco for the first time but the waterworks really came on when he heard his name.
Marco was a sweet baby, had a bit of a temper like his father but that was to be expected. So far he got all of Giovanni's genes, including the blonde hair. Apparently it skipped generations and popped up randomly. Alessio was now removed of the title of being the only blonde in the family.
A bit trifling if you ask me.
The one thing he did have was a head full of curly hair due to both his parents having it. I loved massaging my fingers through it when he fell asleep on my chest.
"Are you ready to go see your Aunties and musty ass uncles?" I asked him as I carried him to the window, looking out to see the serene and peaceful view of our backyard.
A pair of tattooed hands wrapped around my waist and his scent wafted up my nose. He kissed my shoulder before letting out a content sigh.
"Good morning, bee." I kissed Marco's head as I stared down at the freshly done tattoo on the side of Gio's wrist. It was Marco's date of birth in roman numerals.
Marco came a week earlier then he was supposed, impatient like his father. He was born on March 31st instead of April 5th.
"Good morning, G." I hum as he runs a hand over Marco's hair. "We should get ready soon." He kisses the side of my forehead. "I know, just a few more minutes."
We had a routine, it was important that we stuck to this routine since it was just us now. We moved out of the penthouse a few months before Marco as born. Having the girls and guys around helped me a lot during the pregnancy. Our house was fully furnished but we just didn't want me to be alone throughout it.
The girls had all stopped eating sushi since I couldn't eat it, it was torture for all of us. Then these fuckers would come home with bags full of rolls and rub it in our faces.
Again— trifling ass bitches.
Our routine consisted of me taking nights and him taking mornings and then we switched every month. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, Marco's feeding schedule was every three hours and I would just change his diaper then. He would fall back asleep as soon as he was done with the bottle.
