Adrian's pov;
It's now about 5 am and I'm laying in bed with Ria on my chest. Poor baby is still burning up.
Ella is beside me sleeping. They gotten a nightmare. The trauma from the memory the gas caused was still haunting them.
Tito just then walked in.
"I only came to get Ria. I'm guessing Ella had a nightmare?" Tito said picking up Ria.
"Yeah, they just came in here wanting a cuddle."
It's about time I go downstairs so I kissed Ella softly and carefully slipped out of bed.
"Babe?" I heard Ella's soft, tired voice from my bed.
I sit down on my bed and creased their cheek softly.
"Go back to sleep baby. I'm just going downstairs."
"I can go back to my room if you want?" Ella asked me.
"Not a chance. You can always come in here and stay in here."
"Ok babe."They said going back to sleep. I got up and showered. After getting on some clothes I went downstairs to get some coffee.
I got to the kitchen and seen the 3 oldest son's and their father sitting there. Andria was sleeping on her dad's chest.
"Hey guys." I said getting some coffee.
"Hey kid, is Ella in your room still?" Aldo asked me.
"Yeah, they had a nightmare so I let them sleep with me and Ria."
"Ok. Ria isn't feeling well so Tito is staying home with her. You and the triplets are going to school and if Ria gets worse you can leave to help Tito with her. If the school starts getting bitchy about y'all leaving with no adult have them call me."
"Dada?" I heard Ria ask. Sounding in pain.
"Hey my baby girl."
"I wan vicy."
"I'll text my brother and see if vicy is awake baby."
Aldo's pov;
I got out my phone and quickly texted my brother.
'Is Victor awake bub? Ria wants him.' --Aldo
'Up and moody as always. Maybe Ria can calm him down.' --Sully
"Hey baby? Vicy is awake Ok? Do you want to call him?"
Ria nods her little head and I called my hot head of a nephew.
"Uncle? You called?"
"Victor, a little princess over here wants to talk to you."
"Put her on." He said sighing.
I put the phone on speaker and gave it to her.
"Vicy I wan you."
"Why tiny?"
"Cuz I do tree."
"I'm not a tree, tiny." Victor said agitated.
"And I not tiny."
Victor chuckled lowly.
"You're lucky your my baby, tiny."
"You can't do anyfing anyway."
"Babe are you hurt? What are those guys doing to my baby?"
"I not feew good, vicy."
"I'll call the pilot now. Uncle I'm coming down."
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Saving Andria Rose
General FictionA young Italian girl was taken from her family by a maid at the age of 3 months. For years her family have searched for her. 3 years old and just finding her family. What happens when they find her while they attack the Germans? Will she be the sam...
