Y/N pov:
"Hey Alessandro, where are you?" I call out
"In here, love." Calls Alessandro, his voice coming from his office.
"There you are; can I ask you a favour?" I ask, hoping the answer is yes.
"Anything for you, love," he replies, and I smile back.
"Well, I told my dad that I would babysit my half-siblings."
"Gemma and Alessia."
"Yes, those girls, but I forgot that I had to do something at work in the office today, so I was wondering if you could look after them. Maybe call Carlo. I just need to get the work done and..."
"Bella, come here." I walk over to where he is sitting and sit on his lap.
"Whatever you want me to do, I will do it okay."
"Really?" I question.
"Yes love."
"Aww, thank you, love." I hugged him for a few seconds before pulling away.
"I have to leave now; they will be here at around 12."
"Sounds good."
-Time skip-
Two hours later
Alessandro pov:
"When you said come and help me with something, I thought you meant like a bomb, not babysitting." Carlo whispers into my ear.
"They are just kids; sure, it took them two hours to calm down and eat food, but still."
"We can hear you, you know," says the blond one, who I think is Gemma.
"Yeah, whats his face is terrible at whispering."
"Hey, I have a name," said Carlo.
"Well, how about we ask each other questions to get to know each other better?"
"Wow, smart idea, genius," said Carlo, clapping his hands.
"Do you have a better one?" I reply, he stops clapping.
"So what are your names? I ask.
"Gemma."
"Alessia."
Silence fills the room.
"We're asking you the questions now."
"Ok, sure."
"You with the curly hair." Gemma points at me.
"Why don't you have a wife?"
"Um, well, how do you know I don't have a wife?"
"Do you have a wife? Alessia ask.
"Well, no," I reply, head down.
"So why don't' you have a wife?"
"Um, his turn."
Both turn their attention to Carlo.
"How many friends do you have?"
"Um, I don't know, 3."
"That is not many!" Gemma looks really shocked.
"Really, how many friends do you have?"
"Way more than three."
I can finally see how these girls are half sisters to Y/N.
"Why have you only got three friends?" said Alesia.
"Um, well, it's his turn." They turn back to me.
"Why do we only see you at Christmas?" said Gemma.
"Because I work at the office a lot."
"Is that why you don't have a wife?"
"Um, I don't know."
Calro busts out laughing.
"He doesn't know, omg!" he said, nearly dying of laughter.
"Shut up, Mr. Three Friends."
"I really wonder what our sister sees in you."
And with that, they stand up and go outside again.
"I am never babysitting with you again; we just got roasted by children."
"Fair point. wanna drink?"
"Yes, make it a double."
-Time skip-
Two hours later
Y/N pov:
I quickly grab my things from my desk and run to my car. I wanted to get home and see my sisters and my boyfriend. I pull into the driveway and see Carlo's car in the driveway. That makes sense, I think; maybe Alesandro is calling for backup. I scan the gate and walk through the door to find Alesandro and Carlo sleeping on the coach and my sister drawing on her face.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Isn't it obvious, drawing on their faces?" Alessia replies.
"As much fun as that is, I have to get mad at the boys for falling asleep, so how about you go to my door and find a dress in my cupboard, and we can play dress-up?"
"Good idea, Sissy," Gemma says before running up the stairs to my room.
"I should take a picture of this," I mutter, grabbing my phone and taking a 0.5 before walking up to them and slapping them both on the back of the head.
"Oww, what was that for? ohh y/n. Your back," Carlo says sweetly.
"Can you explain to me why you are both sleeping and drunk as hell while my two sisters are running around?"
"Princess, they are mean. They have bullied us."
"Oh boo hoo, cry me a river; get out of my sight before I do more damage to you."
"Fine by me," says Carlo. "Oh, and Alessandro, I will never babysit for you again."
"They can't be that bad."
"Oh, they were," Alessandro says, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"Y/N, are you coming to dress up or not?" I heard Gemma shout.
"I'm coming!" I shout. "Clean up the mess, will you?" I asked Alessandro.
"Yes, ma'am."
