Y/N pov:
Alessandro and I are spending some time together as both our children are at nursery. It's nice to have some time to ourselves, not that we don't love our children, but sometimes you just need a break. We did so many relaxing things today. For example, we picked fresh strawberries and melted chocolate over them; we did each other's skin care; and right now we are all cuddled up on the couch watching Lady and the Tramp.
Ring, ring, ring.
"Is that your phone? I say, expecting it to be the usual. Alessandro takes out his phone and looks at it.
"No, it's not mine; it must be yours," he says, sounding as surprised as I am.
"Mm weird," I say, picking up the phone and answering, "Y/N speaking."
"Oh hello. An altercation. Both kids. Of course, I will come and pick them up. Thanks," I say into the phone before turning to look at Alessandro with anger in my eyes.
"Woah, princess, what happened?"
"Lorenzo got into a fight, and that made Isabella cry, and they need to be picked up."
"How about I go get them so you can collect your thoughts therefore you don't say anything you might regret?"
"Good idea."
"I'll be back in about half an hour," he says, kissing my forehead and leaving the house.
-Time skip-
10 minutes later
Alessandro pov:
I can't believe Lorenzo hit someone; I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't impressed. Although I don't want Lorenzo to start acting like me too young, I want him to be more like Y/N. I just don't want Lorenzo to fall down a rabbit hole he can't get out.
When I got to the nursery, I went in and was told they couldn't come back for a week. Like, hello crazy. But I kept my mouth shut, and that girl's house may or may not be there when she gets back. I put them both in the car and waited three minutes to ask them what the hell was going on.
"Lorenzo, why did you hit that boy?" I ask.
"Just because," he answers without looking at me.
"Look at me. When you go home and mamma asks what happened, you better have a damn good story because she was the one who got the call that you hit someone," I say, trying not to be too loud as Isabella is sleeping.
Lorenzo doesn't say anything.
"Well. What is it?"
"It was really nothing. I just got angry."
"And why did you get angry? You must have a good reason."
"Well, it was silly. I was on the slide when I saw Isabella next to me on the seesaw. I made a joke about how lonely she was. But a random kid behind me said she looked like a drug addict snorting crack. So I turned around and hit him. The guy has to know that I am the only one who can be mean to her. I was just about to walk away, so it didn't look like I did it, but Isabella saw it, and well, you know, the rest."
I took a deep breath and tried to process what Lorenzo had just told me. Anger rushed through my veins as I imagined someone insulting my innocent little girl. My protective instincts kicked in, but I knew that losing control wouldn't solve the problem at hand.
"Lorenzo, violence is never the answer, no matter how angry you are," I said firmly, trying to keep my voice calm. "But I understand why you are upset. Nobody should treat Isabella like that, and just between us, you can hit anyone who does it again."
"OK. I'm sorry, Papa. Are you mad at me?"
"No," I reply.
"But don't tell your mamma that."
