Victoria moves to Italy to escape the drug dealers she owes money to and meets Vanessa. Vanessa tries to set Victoria up with her brother Emiliano, but they don't get along and make a sex deal to alleviate the tension. But is it enough?
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The first week of Issac's life if amazing, but hard. Victoria and I barley get any sleep. He cries so much. When he's sleeping we are both worrying if he's breathing or not. He wants to eat all the time. It's just crazy.
I love the little guy so much so it's hard to complain about him.
Victoria sighs as she lays him in his bassinet, "Finally sleeping."
I pull her into my arms, "You need to sleep."
She shakes her head as she yawns, "I'm fine. You need to sleep."
"We both need sleep." I say.
"I know." She lays her head on my chest, "I want to, it's just hard."
"I know." I say, "We are both scared but we can't be surviving off of like two hours of sleep a day."
She yawns again, "I know. He's just-,"
Isaac starts crying.
Victoria gets off of me and picks him up, "It's okay. You don't need to cry, you are fed, changed, I don't know what else you want."
Issac stops crying and holds on to her shirt.
She sits on the bed.
I pat the bed in between my legs, motioning for her to sit there.
She does.
She leans her back into my body and I hold her as she holds Isaac.
Isaac falls back asleep with his pacifier in his mouth and his hand laying on Victoria's chest.
"Are you comfortable?" Victoria asks me.
"Yeah," I start to gently play with her hair, "Are you?"
"Mhm." She hums.
I pull the blanket over them, making sure to not pull it up to much so it doesn't cover Isaac's face.
"Thank you." Victoria mumbles, "I love you."
I kiss her head, "I love you, my sweet girl."
I feel her breathing start to get heavier and I know she's fallen asleep.
She's exhausted. She's always worrying if she's doing a good enough job as a mom. She's afraid to turn out like her parents.
I know that because I too am I afraid to turn out like my parents.
But I know I won't.
As much as Isaac cries, I haven't once gotten mad at him.
He's just a baby, he needs care. He needs love. He can't get up and do shit by himself. He needs people to do them for him. His parents.
Being a dad, is the best thing that has ever happened to me, along side Victoria, of course.
I can't even begin to think how my parents or Victoria's parents could hurt us how they did.
