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Mistake {noun} - an action or judgment that is misguided or wrong.

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𝓟𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 went fairly easy. All of the twin's clothes and shoes were able to fit into one suitcase and they begged their mother to let them bring some of the plush animals and toys in a separate backpack. Of course, she gave in and let them do whatever they wanted while she talked to a stressed-out Peter on the phone.

"Peter, please calm down. We'll be there by tomorrow morning and you know father likes to drink his days away. You'll be fine without me for a few hours, you've been doing it for years." Peter sighed on the other line. "Okay fine. But he's already started planning for Thursday so if you want your coronation at least a little presentable you gotta talk to him as soon as you land." It was Olivia's turn to sigh. "By father planning it, do you mean that skank, Monica? I swear I regret not killing her when I had the chance." Peter hummed. "Sadly, yes. This new one makes me miss Monica." Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I thought father wouldn't let Monica go with his dementia or whatever?"-"Yeah, I thought the same but apparently she got herself knocked up with a Blanc kid."-"Wow. Fucking a mafia don but ended up pregnant with a fat old merchant's kid instead. At least we don't have to worry about any weird half-siblings running around." Olivia joked. "It's what she gets. Anyways, father's new toy is calling about flower arrangements. I'll try my best to make it presentable but you gotta get here quick. Bye." He said quickly before hanging up.

Olivia ran her hand through her hair, already feeling the stress that fills France and they haven't even left Tony's house yet. Both she and Peter couldn't wait for the day Lorenzo finally drops dead. She smiled at the thought of her father cold and dead in a casket holding his precious whip.

Now that would be a beautiful ceremony she'd gladly attend.

"Liv! Come help me pack!" Tony called for her from the top of the stairs, snapping her out of her crazed fantasy. "Coming!" She responded, putting her phone in her back pocket as she counted the luggage in the living room quickly checking it was all there.

She walked up the stairs, taking a quick glance into the guest room to find Marcus playing with the twins. It brought a soft smile to her face.

"Marcus, do me a favor and give the boys a shower and help them get ready. We're leaving as soon as I finish helping Tony pack." Marcus nodded, standing up only for the boys to protest that they didn't want to shower. "No shower!" Ares protested, trying to run to hide but Marcus was too quick picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder lightly.

"You stink kid and I'm not about to sit on a plane for a few hours with you two smelling." Marcus joked making the boys giggle at the word 'stink'.

"I'll get them cleaned up and ready. Don't worry." Marcus assured her, pecking her lips quickly making their sons say ew and gross at the sight of their parents being affectionate. "She's my wife! I get to kiss her whenever I want!" Marcus laughed like a villain from those cartoons the boys like to watch making them laugh as they walked into the bathroom to get them cleaned up.

She loved having her family back. All she hoped for was to keep it together.

She walked further down the hall until she finally entered Tony's room. She froze as soon as her eyes landed on the mess he had created. Tony looked at her as he chuckled nervously, "I don't know how to pack." Confessed making Olivia laugh. "You should've told me earlier and we couldn've packed together."

"I know but you were busy packing your stuff plus all of the twin's things. I thought I could at least pack my own things put nothing fits and I really don't want to leave anything behind." Olivia started folding and rolling up his clothes so more could fit in the suitcases. "I have Marcus here to help with the boys you know." Tony sighed as she started folding clothes and passing them to Olivia. "Yeah, but you also know I've never been one to ask for help." Olivia hummed, "That's probably why we get along so well. Neither of us has the balls to ask for help when we need it." They laughed together as they continued packing before falling into a comfortable silence.

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