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SHE NEEDS HIM
chapter nine, HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPÀ
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ANASTASIA STOOD ON HER FRONT PORCH IN A FLORAL YELLOW MINI DRESS AND A BROWN LEATHER BLAZER. She had one hand wrapped around the vibrant colored scrapbook and the other was holding her matcha latte.
"Morning mom," Stacy smiled softly, kissing her mother's cheek.
Jaqueline Paton smiled down at her daughter, she felt awful for having to leave on her husband's birthday but when work calls, work calls.
"Hey, Stasia," Jackie replied, her Italian accent was always so strong whenever she said Anastasia's nickname. The woman took a seat on the cushioned swing seat, patting the spot beside her for her daughter to sit.
"I'm sorry we haven't been able to catch up while you were here," Stacy frowned, playing with the hem of her dress.
"That's okay. We've both been so busy, and I've only been here for four days. I promise when I get back next month we'll do a girl's day, yeah?"
Anastasia nodded, feeling a pit in her stomach when her mother told her she'd be back in a month. She shook off her anxiety and forced a smile.
"I have to get going, Mio caro. I'll see you sooner than you know," Jaqueline bid her daughter farewell. Kissing her forehead and climbing into the cab her boss had sent for her. "Say hi to papà for me!"
"Bye, mamma," Stacy mumbled, as her mother was already driving away.
Anastasia stayed quiet staring at her shoes that were swinging with her legs. A yell of her name pulled her out of her trance, Stacy snapped her head up only to see Nick waving her over. She stood up slowly, calmly walking down the porch steps and taking big breaths.
"Are you alright?" Nick frowned, pulling her in for a hug. Normally, Stacy would drive the triplets to the graveyard, but Matt spontaneously volunteered the night prior.
"I guess," Anastasia answered him, rubbing his back.
Nicolas smiled down at her. He stood back, examining her outfit. Something they used to always do before heading to the graveyard. Nick clapped happily, twirling her around and then stepping back for her to examine his outfit. For once, Nick was wearing his glasses. The glasses Stacy spent hundreds of weeks trying to convince him he looked good in. She scanned his outfit, washed denim jeans and a pink linen button up. Along with his AirForce 1's of course.
"Spectacular," she commented, clapping her hands together. Nick giggled, doing a bow in gratitude. The two piled into the back of the car, whispering amongst themselves.
"Morning, Stace," Chris waved, turning around in his seat to fist-bump the girl.
Stacy smiled, repeating his first word and accepting the fist bump. She then turned to Matt who pursed his lips awkwardly and nodded to her through the review mirror. Anastasia awkwardly mirrored his actions, hearing a stifled laugh from Nick.
The drive to the graveyard was only fifteen minutes, however, Chris found a way to play some Italian music which made Anastasia laugh but sing along. The triplets were part Italian, though they were never really as eager as Stacy to learn the language.
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