Mr & Mr Hitman

Memories

Engulfed in a conversation about whatever, our characters managed, even for a short instance, to forget about the rest of the world. The chill from outside faded in the warmth of Priscilla's living room, plunged in the compliance of friendship. Amidst all this chatter, their attention was caught in the glimpse of a second when Olivia's phone strated to ring on the table.

She picked up her phone, eyebrows furrowed with confusion, before her facial features relaxed, sighing with a gentle smile before she answered, "Yes, my love?"

"Snow, mommy!", Nathaniel's joyful squeal could be heard across the room, "Come down!", a long, silent pause proceeded before he resumed his excitement, "Snow!"

"Oh my," Olivia chuckled, "Alright Nate, mom's coming with your favorite friends, make sure to put on your boots-", her words were interrupted by the already ignited excitement of her baby.

"Is Ca-me-ron there?!", the jumps and claps could be heard through the phone, his attempt at pronouncing the man's name gradually getting better.

"See, I am against this," Samuel voiced out, glaring at Olvia, the whole room listening to the conversation between mother and son through the loud volume of the little child, that managed to break the auditory barriers of the phone.

"You are not keeping my son's uncle to yourself," she firmly stated, standing up.

Gasping dramatically with his mouth left opened, Samuel protested, "Your son is the one keeping my boyfriend to himself."

Choice of words is primordial, but Samuel is 'special.'

"I'm not against it," the 'boyfriend' in question, stood up himself, already gathering up his phone and keys to go down and meet his little prince.

"I am," Samuel grumbled, following his lover downstairs, with Priscilla laughing her heart out, closing her front door before that same heart would crumble down in her bedroom to reminise about her failed love life.

As they descended the stairs, little specks of snow floated in the atmosphere, mirroring the fairy, chilly environment of winter. It was almost cute, how nature seemed to hold itself back, to offer a nostalgic experience to its beings by minimising the damage that it could potentially unleashed by solely excreting frozen water but, our characters knew better than to trust it.

"Ma!", honey coloured eyes peered from the ground floor, a fuzzy blue beanie with an apricot coat and black pants that were distracted away with bright topaz boots. Nathaniel's gaze shuffled before the adults smilling down at hin, setting sight on a particular one, "Cam!", he exclaimed, extending his arms to reveal his black gloves that reached out to the man.

"Nate!", Cameron scurried down, doubling Olivia to hold the child in his arms, "My little man, how are you?"

Nathaniel, hugging our deuteragonist's neck for dear life, spoke in all his happiness, "Good!", he hummed, his rosy cheeks warming a certain sofeteness into Cameron's heart, the sparkles in his eyes replicating the snow flakes that surrounded them.

"Hey there," Samuel peeked from behind, patting the kid's head.

"I'm so glad you both are here," Joanna, stood just beside her grandson, speaking to her daughter, "I couldn't imagine how it would have been at Matthew's."

"Mom, we don't talk about it now-", Olivia waa interrupted by our protagonist.

"Good thing he's no more," Samuel chuckled, taking everyone by surprise, except little Nathan, who knew nothing of what happened to his father, but something was certain - the little bundle of joy chose to ignore it, and we don't blame him.

"We do not talk like that," his lover elbowed him, "Especially in front of a child, Samuel."

"He is right," Joanna joined it, "May God forgive him, but I won't," she sneered, her tone changing by the second, "My daughter didn't deserve any of it."

"Of course she didn't, ma'am," Cameorn reassured, "But maybe," he hesitated for a while, "Just maybe, we could enjoy the snow like my little man here instead of reminiscing about a past that we hold no control of?", he suggested, raising an eyebrow at his own words; Maybe he should listen to himself more.

"We cant be spoiling our little man's mood now can we?", he found himself being pulled away by the kid, dragging him to watch snow piles, stories being birthed at the very sight of everything; an imagination that adults ignored.

"How did you end of up with trash when you could have one of those?", Joanna stared at the young men inspecting snow flakes.

"I'm guessing I'm "one of those," too?", Samuel chuckled lightheartedly.

"Yes, Sam, of course," the elderly woman chuckled joyfully, "I'm glad you found someone who made you happy, son."

"Thank you, thank you-", Samuel choked on his words, turning abrutly to Joanna, " Wait- did you-", he turned to Olivia, "Did you tell her?", to which the woman pressingly shook her head.

"Joanna always had an eye for romance," Seiko Hitani, character we almost forgot about, erupted from the corner, a cup of warm tea in his hands, "She didn't spare Stephen for a single second."

"It's all in the eyes," the woman chuckled while the others greeted the eldest person in their apartment, "And if it weren't for the stubborness of mybhusband, I would say my marrigae would have been much easier."

"Ohoho," a better of version of Santa exploded from the old man's chest, "Gangsters cannot be swayed easily, Joanna," Seiko laughed at the expression the youngsters showed him.

"Gangster?", Olivia stared at her mother for a response.

"Kids, we have one life," Joanna chuckled, "It would be a shame to live it innocently."

"Mom, was dad an acutal gangster?", Olivia rose her eyebrows unbelievably, her inquiry remained unanswered.

"Mom," she continued, "Mother."

"Some secrets are better left untold," her mother mysteriously indicated, before joining Nathaniel and his current love.

"Where have I heard this before?", Samuel pondered.

He took a step back from where he was, facing the building in front of him.

An old man, probably dangerous,
A gangster and his woman, with a little boyfriend thief,
A heartbroken hitwoman,
A pair of hitmen in love,

He chuckled,

Maybe I am not the monster in all this.

He, in fact, was.

...
I'm being inspired to make a book about
the adventures of my characters
as they learn to understand their little "family."
(I won't write it though are you mad)

Also yeah, yeah, "Coincident that everyone is dangerous it's almost unrealistic."

I don't care. If I want to write bad guys, I'll write bad guys.

This is a literal chapter about people in snow gimme a break.