October 1, 1989

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Verona, Italy

Dante and Alessia Marino were sitting down for dinner as they did every night.

Alessia frowned as she watched her abdomen start to grow.

"Dante, cosa sta succedendo?!"

(Dante, what's happening?!)

"Non lo so, amore mio."

(I don't know, my love.)

"Il bambino sta arrivando!"

(The baby is coming!)

Quickly, Dante laid his wife down and she soon gave birth to a little girl.

"Brooke," Alessia said. "Il suo nome è Brooke."

(Her name is Brooke.)

Dante kissed her forehead. "Lo adoro, mia cara."

(I love it, my dear.)

A knock sounded on the door and the couple exchanged a look.

Dante opened the door to see a man with a monocle and frowned. "Chi sei e cosa vuoi?"

(Who are you and what do you want?)

The man entered, uninvited. "Mi chiamo Sir Reginald Hargreeves." His gaze turned to Alessia and baby Brooke. "Quanto per il bambino?"

(My name is Sir Reginald Hargreeves. How much for the child?)

Dante scoffed. "Mi dispiace, ma non è in vendita. Lascia o ti faccio io."

(I'm sorry, but she's not for sale. Leave or I will make you.)

Sir Reginald tipped his hat and nodded. "Ottimo. Buona fortuna."

(Very well. Good luck.)

As quickly as he'd come, he left.

Dante walked back towards his wife and mother and kissed them both on the cheek. "Amore mio, mia piccola Brooke, ti proteggerò sempre, ti proteggerò dal male, ti amerò e ti amerò."

(My love, my little Brooke, I will always protect you, keep you safe from harm, love and cherish you.)

Alessia smiled at her husband, saying nothing before turning back to their daughter. The new family sat together, enjoying their little miracle.

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