Y/N pov:
Today we have a dinner planned with Alessandro's parents. I always get nervous around his dad because he makes me feel less than, but Alessandro's mum is always really nice. Alessandro also always tells me not to worry, but I can't help it. We were 15 minutes early and I tried to get all the nonsense out of my babies so they wouldn't tell their Nonno and Nonna.
"Lorenzo, how was school? Did you win the football match at lunchtime?" you ask, hoping he will tell you that he punched someone now, not 30 minutes later, when they hear.
"Yeah, we won. It was pretty easy, I don't know why I was so worried. Omg get this, I kick this great goal and this kid tries to tell me it didn't go in, the kid needs glasses because it did, so I told him that, he got offended so I dealt with it." What the hell does dealt with it mean?
"What do you mean, dealt with it?" I ask, knowing the answer but hoping there is still a bit of innocence left in him. Even though he is 5, his father is Alessandro, so it was expected.
"What did you do at school today, little fairy?" asks Alessandro, probably to protect Lorenzo from a lecture from me, which he is still getting.
"It was so good, Daddy. We painted butterflies and made a sandcastle and I painted my nails," Isabella shows us her unevenly painted nails.
"They look beautiful, butterfly," I say, knowing that if I didn't, Lorenzo would make a comment that would make her cry.
"Oh, we also learnt how to do fairy claps. When we do big claps, we kill the fairy that gets stuck in our hands, so everyone has to do fairy claps," she says, more as a command than an option.
"What's a fairy clap, baby?" I ask, knowing that if I don't do a fairy clap I'll be on a three-year-old's enemy board.
"Well, you put your index and middle fingers on either side and curl the rest into a fist. Then I tap like you clap. See, no fairy dead," she says with the biggest smile on her face.
"Yes, but what if I go like this?" Lorenzo starts to clap very fast, moving his hand all over the place. Isabella's smile fades.
"No, no, stop it, you will kill the fairies," and there she starts to cry again, thank you Lorenzo.
"And you ate with your hand today, so you ate some fairies," Lorenzo said with a smug look on his face, which was quickly wiped away when I glared at him.
"Aaaaaaa. I am eating fairies! Aaaaaaa!" and with that Isabella stands up and starts to run around the table with her arms waving.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Lorenzo starts to laugh.
"Lorenzo stop laughing and you too Alessandro," I say to the two men who are laughing like mad.
"Yes ma'am," says Alessandro. I never call him by his name, so this was a real wake-up call.
"Lorenzo. Stop," Alessandro says, looking straight at Lorenzo, who looks down and mumbles something.
"Hey Bella, come here," I say, pulling Isabella into a hug.
"I promise you didn't kill a fairy and I promise you didn't eat her. "
"Really?" she looks up at me, her eyes begging for the truth.
"I promise," I say. "Now go and sit down and wait for Nonno and Nonna to come."
Just as she sits down they come in. That was close.
Dinner passes quickly, with nothing but polite conversation and good food. Alessandro's father is still intimidating, but I try my best to keep up with their intellectual conversations about the Mafia and what not. Lorenzo and Isabella are well behaved, and Isabella even shows off her fairy clap to Nonna, who seems amused.
When dessert is served, Alessandro's father turns to me. "You know, Y/N, I'm impressed with how you've been able to keep up with us tonight."
I feel a sense of pride in my chest, knowing that Alessandro's father is finally starting to see me in a good light.
"Thank you," I say, a smile spreading across my face.
"I agree, and I am happy to see the children behaving so well," Nonna adds.
This comment makes me feel even better. I know that Nonna is very particular about how the children should behave, so her approval is very important to me.
As we finish the dessert, I realise that tonight has been a success. We have had a pleasant dinner, the children have behaved and I have even gained some respect from Alessandro's parents.
As we say goodbye and walk out the door, I lean over to Alessandro and whisper, "That went well.
"It always does when you're around, Princess, my papa seems a bit of a handful, but I think he likes you," he replies, taking my hand and leading me to the car.
I may have been nervous at first, but tonight proved that I have what it takes to be a part of Alessandro's world.
