𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺 - måneskin

thomas raggi

"welcome home party"

[ you are Milana ]

Exhausted and tired as fucked, Thomas helped me out of the car. My whole body hurts and I had a hard job keeping my eyes open. My boyfriend handed me my bag, before he took our just born son Amadeo in his arms. My little sunshine was sleeping in the arms of his father, as he locked the car. "Come one, let's get you two home", he kissed my cheek, and brought us towards the front door. The last thirty hours where literally a hell for me. They say giving birth hurts, but it more feels like you're dying. But it was all so worth it, since my son is finally here, safe with his parents. "Gosh I'm so tired", I whined, losing the power in my muscles. "I'll get you to bed", my boyfriend mumbled, opening the front door with one hand.

Luckily Amadeo was still sleeping, because right now I couldn't handle his screams. Thomas struggled, trying to take off his coat and shoes, while holding our baby. "Give him here", I mumbled, freeing my hands, to take my son in my arms. I caressed his cheeks softly, playing with his little hand. "Hello my beautiful little sunshine", gently whispering in his ear, I kissed his forehead. "I love you two", Thomas wrapped his warm arms around me, kissing my cheeks. He played with Amadeo his other hand, as my baby grabbed his dads finger. I softly squealed, turning around towards the living room. Thomas opened the door for me, after he helped me taking off my coat and shoes. I was wearing the most ugly grey sweater and sports leggings, but that was the thing I cared least about right now.

"Welcome home!", as we entered the living room, our friends Victoria, Ethan, Leonardo, Damiano and Giorgia yelled softly, to not wake our son. My jaw dropped, and I was bad in handling my emotions right now. So I started crying. "Guys, that's so sweet", I whispered, earning a warm hug from Thomas. The whole living room was decorated with balloons and garlands with the text 'welcome baby boy' on it. "You guys, he is perfect", Ethan mumbled, and he came a little closer. The others followed him, and all admired my little wonder. "Yes, yes he is", Thomas mumbled, and Ethan played with Amadeo his small hands. "Can I see him too you fat thing", Damiano pushed his friend out of the way, and he wide-eyed as he saw my kid.

Amadeo started to move a little bit, and he opened his eyes. They were green, and shines brighter than the sun. He looked around, facing his parents and uncle. "He has your eyes Mila", Damiano mumbled, and all our friends came standing around us. My son looked impressed at all the people around him, clenching his hands around Leonardo his index finger, who squealed. "Come, let's go sit down, you must be exhausted", Giorgia helped me sit down on the couch, and everyone sat down as well. "I was actually going to bed, but than suddenly you guys were here", I admitted, and Amadeo was by now, laying in Victoria her arms. "How is it possible that you guys made the most beautiful baby in the world", she muttered, smiling at our son.

"Have you seen us?", Thomas asked offended, and I leaned yawning against his chest. Victoria handed Amadeo over to Giorgia, as he started crying. "Oh no, I did something wrong", panicking, she gave him back to Thomas, who laid him on my chest. His screams were load, and my head was hurting as fucked. "Hello little man, what's wrong?", with a childish voice, I asked, caressing my baby his cheek. "How can you handle those screams", covering his ears, Damiano whined. "He's literally ten hours old", Thomas raised his eyebrows, and luckily, Amadeo calmed down. "Doesn't he need food?", Ethan asked, and I looked at Thomas. "Do you guys mind if I...?", nervously, I asked, and they all raised their eyebrows. "Girl, I run half naked over stage, of course we don't mind", Victoria said in a 'duh' tone.

After our friends left, and helped clean up the living room. Thomas brought me and Amadeo towards our bedroom. He laid me down, fluffed my pillow and brought me something to eat. The little bed next to ours was all made up, with blue sheets. "Come on, stop taking care of me and spend some time with our little baby", I whispered, hearing my just born son softly breathing against my chest. "Are you okay, do you need something else?", asking, he laid down next to us. Thomas was tired as well, as he rubbed in his eyes. "I'm good, please, enjoy our little wonder", I sighed chuckling, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "Hello my baby boy", Thomas took me against his chest between his legs.

"I'm so proud of you my princess, you gave birth to the most beautiful boy in the world", Thomas whispered, caressing over the back of Amadeo. "That's what every parents say about their baby", I chuckled, kissing his sensitive head. I literally couldn't be happier with my baby. Normal ones cry the first day, but mine was literally sleeping, which was so amazing. "Yes, but everyone would say this is the most beautiful baby in the whole wide world", Thomas stated, biting in my ear. "Pregnancy and giving birth didn't make me very attractive though", I chuckled, wiping the drool away, which came out of Amadeo his mouth. "Nothing makes you less attractive Milana", he claimed, leaning his cheek against mine. 

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our father Thomas, isn't he adorable