𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✍︎

13| 𝚄𝚗𝚘

Dove's POV
Age: 10
Location: Ricci's Mansion, New York

When the sun went down, Marcus insisted we go inside before the mosquitoes come out.

Once again, one of my brothers carried me into the house. This time it was Marcus. Daniel tried to pick me up, but my other brothers started complaining about how he got to carry me already. Luca then tried, but Dante protested saying that I got to sit on his lap. In the end, Marcus picked me up while the others were bickering.

"Do you have any pajamas?" He asks me as he carries me up the stairs and to my bedroom.

I pause and realize that I don't have any clothes besides the ones I'm wearing right now.

Marcus sees the look on my face and chuckles. "Thought so. You can use one of my hoodies."

Instead of walking down the hallway to my room, he stops at his and drops me on his bed.

His room is very modern, the color scheme is a lot darker than mine. There isn't much personalization to it though. He has a desk in the corner of the room and a bed. There are no photos or posters.

I watch him disappear into his walk-in closet and come out holding a huge looking hoodie. He glances at it, then at me.

"You're going to be drowning in this," he says with an amused look on his face. I roll my eyes at his comment, making him laugh.

He picks me up again and walks to my bedroom, where my mother is waiting. She smiles at me, then glares at my brother when she sees the hoodie.

"Your sister is going to get lost in that," she says. Marcus shrugs sheepishly.

"It'll look cute! Besides, she has nothing else to wear."

"At least get her one of the triplet's hoodies."

"Nah," he says laughing. My mother smacks him playfully, making my brother laugh harder and run out of the room.

My mother sighs and turns back to me. "The doctor says not the submerge any of your wounds in water just yet. You'll have to wipe down with a damp towel."

"Do you need any help?" She asks me. I shake my head. She smiles and nods. "I'll be right here if you need me."

I give her a grateful smile as I grab Marcus' hoodie and walk to the bathroom.

When I close the door a gasp escapes my lips. I didn't really look at my bathroom when I came in earlier today. It was so big and modern.

There is a huge bath tub, that can probably fit five people and a shower. But the shower head is on the ceiling.

That would be fun to play with.

On the counter there is a pile of fluffy towels and washcloths, as well as bandages for my ribs. I silently thank whoever put those there.

I strip out of my clothes and take off the bandages on my ribs, being careful to remove Ella's knife first. Grabbing a washcloth from the pile, I walk over to the sink and run it under the faucet.