Against All Odds; Fates that should have never met.

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A sudden rush of cold wind enters the room through the window that once was closed tightly. She marches towards the window in a hurry. Confusion is written all over her face and closes the window and locks it tight. Then she proceeds to push the other two window handles away to check if they are still sealed.

She turns to the little audience she gained during all this while brushing her long silky brown hair off her face. She brings her hand to her hips and lets go of the air she was holding in her which causes her shoulders to rise and fall.

"Which one of you naughty monkeys opened the window - "

She hears a little giggle come from under the bed's covers. Automatically her neutral look turns into a soft smile. She sighs again looking at the floor, you can tell that she is fighting the urge to not laugh out loud but she quickly wipes it off and pretends to put on a serious expression and a tone while looking at the covers where the giggle came from.

"-again....".

She thinks the dramatic pause would inflict at least a little bit of fear on the little culprit. More giggles. This time louder. Almost as if the little offender is mocking his mother in her attempt at scaring him.

"I swear he got that personality from your side of the family," she tells me while putting her hair up into a messy bun. How can someone look so beautiful while doing such a simple act? "You mean charming, mischievous, and playful? Yes, my dear, he got that from my side for sure" I end my speech in a triumphant voice with a mocking look on my face which I know for a fact she hates. She looks at me with a blank stare which translates to 'Really Andrea?' So, I just smile at her innocently and look down at the angle I am cradling in my hands.

She looks so small and pink. Her entire hand is the size of my pinky which she refuses to let go of for some reason. God this still feels like a dream. Calling this emotion 'happy' is an understatement. Just then I hear the joint bathroom to the room we are in open. In walks my eldest, the future and the greatest leader there ever will be to our mafia, respected and feared by all. Rewriting history and will reign-

"DAAADDD I don't want to wear my pants" Eventually. For sure.

"Excellent point my boy shall we ask for your mom's opinion?" I smile at the thought of my three beautiful angels terrorizing the city. Not every father's goal but what can I say I'm not 'all father'.

I mean think about it. I know they are small but Leo leading with Alex as his right-hand man. This little thing in my hand- my heart, I have this gut feeling that she is going to build her empire. Call it a father's intuition. A triple threat. Other organizations don't have a chance. Then maybe in another 30 years when the family has hopefully grown by number, we can have a big family barbecue.

"Stop that"

I snap out of my chain of thoughts back to reality. God, she can read me blind. "Stop what my love" a little acting won't hurt. She sighs. A frequent act she has been doing for the past few hours.

"Daydreaming"

My strong beautiful smart queen, how did I ever get so lucky? "My love they are not just dreams; these little angels will be just as great or even better than in my dreams one day. Look at how amazingly smart and talented they are and no, I'm not going to force them upon that path of life. Regardless of what they already have in store I will love, cherish and support them no matter what, you know that right? All I am saying is that even then they will be the best there is to be."

By the time I'm done with my rant, she has already dressed the eldest once again and put him to bed- how she managed to convince him to wear clothes is beyond my understanding, scooped the second eldest from under the bed which I didn't even notice him crawl to and tucked him in.