note: this chapter contains Delilah's & Carter's pov's so don't get confused midway, I will mark when each start, enjoy :)
[2 years later: age reference -26 years old]
Pov: Carter
"Hand me the gun, baby," I tell Lilah as I slip on my suit jacket.
She takes my gun out of the drawer and hands it to me, I tuck it into the pocket of my jacket and grab my phone.
I watch as she coats her lips with dark matte lipstick, "We're going to kill people, my love, not go for a fancy dinner," I smirk and kiss her cheek, knowing not to mess up her lipstick.
She rolls her eyes and presses her lips together, "I know but I want to look good doing it, have you asked Enzo if he's free to babysit today?" she asks me.
"Already on it," I say and start to dial his number, come on Enzo, pick up the phone.
He picks up and greets me, I smile and reply, "Sei libero adesso? [are you free now?]" I ask him and start shuffling around the room in search of my handkerchief.
Found it, under the heap of undone laundry, I'll get to it later.
"Dipende per cosa [it depends on what]" He chuckles and says, making me roll my eyes.
This is the conversation I'm having with a 27-year-old man.
"A prendersi cura di Cara [to take care of Cara]" I tell him and smile, the little bundle of joy who is my daughter, never fails to bring the biggest smile to my face.
"Allora sarò proprio lì, qualsiasi cosa per il mio bambino preferito [then I'll be right there, anything for my favorite baby]" He excitedly says and hangs up the call.
I put back my phone in my pocket and turn to face the door, I open the drawer and take out my wife's dagger that she so evidently forgot, and head out.
"You forgot your dagger, piccola," I call out & wave the weapon around when I see her facing her back to me.
She turns around with a smile, and my eyes drop to our daughter cradled so comfortably in her arms, that my heart instantly melts at the sight.
I will never get used to seeing this, feeling this way, this adoration.
My eyes widen and I hide the dagger behind my back, hiding it along with my gun, I would never expose anything like that or anything regarding the mafia to my daughter, not at such a young age.
"Papà," she mumbles with the soft voice she has, I smile and carefully take her out of Delilah's hands, I love the fact that the only two words she has said till now are papà and mamma.
I lovingly look down at her, god she's adorable, she has my brown eyes but the rest of her face looks exactly like her mother, absolutely gorgeous.
"I already fed her, we just need to wait until Enzo gets here," Lilah whispers as she adjusts her dress, I nod.
She gets on her tiptoes and places her lips on mine, I give her a gentle kiss and brush my nose against hers, every kiss fills my whole heart with happiness when it comes to Lilah.
"I love you, baby, so much," I murmur to Lilah while my eyes are on Cara, who's now fast asleep in my hands.
"I love you the most, amore mio," Lilah says and gives me a kiss on my cheek.
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