Lissy Romano

115| Imagined.

Lissy Romano

"Wake up, baby." Santino's soft voice reached my ears, and I instinctively curled away from him.

I just want to sleep.

"Lissy, come on, I want to show you something." He said, a little louder this time.

"What?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes slowly.

"There's someone waiting for you in the living room." He said, and my body shot up, fully awake.

"Who?" I asked, blinking away the sleepiness.

"You'll see. Come on, baby." He repeated, standing up and offering me his hand.

I gratefully took it, standing up beside him. The cold floor met my feet, and I winced.

"Put on your slippers." He grinned, handing them to me.

I sat back down on the bed to slip them on, exhaling in exhaustion. As I stood, I caught the amusement dancing in Santino's eyes.

"Cute." He murmured, and I rolled my eyes.

"You're cute," I teased, walking beside him down the hallway.

"You said something, little sassy princess?" Santino asked with a smirk.

"You're extra sassy when you don't get enough sleep." I grinned, replying.

"Mmhh." He hummed in response as we entered the living room.

The first thing I saw was Jax, happily sitting on the couch. And then, I noticed two of my brothers—Matteo and Enzo—petting him, both smiling contentedly.

"Lissy!" Matteo exclaimed, his excitement evident as he jumped up and rushed toward me.

Without hesitation, he pulled me into his arms, and I sighed in relief. I missed his hugs.

"Can I get a hug?" Enzo's voice rang out, a smile as bright as the sun on his face.

Matteo reluctantly let go, and Enzo swept me up into his arms, spinning me around with the same energy he always had.

"She's going to get sick," Matteo warned, crossing his arms.

"You don't need to be mean. You're just jealous you didn't get the chance to spin her like I did," Enzo teased.

"Sure." Matteo scoffed, and Santino chuckled.

"I'm actually going to get sick," I admitted, and Enzo immediately stopped, though he still held me in his arms.

With raised eyebrows, I looked at him. "So, you missed me—or that fool more?" Enzo asked, playful mischief in his voice.

I bit my lower lip, torn. I missed them both equally.

"Lissy can't answer that, because she didn't miss you at all," Santino teased, winking at the twins.

I smiled, and Enzo raised an eyebrow in question.

"I missed you both," I admitted.

Enzo put me down gently. "I thought I was your favorite twin."