The Godfather's Baby

Chapter 4. Miracle of Mother Mary.

Chapter 4. Miracle of Mother Mary.

Alvizie eventually fell asleep, it felt like a warm and fuzzy comfort. Like a big soft blanket during winter, or a mother’s love.  But alas, that peaceful bliss was turned to dust when Alvizie felt something break on his forehead, Alvizie woke up and touched his forehead. Egg yolk. Alvizie was confused, but then he heard the unmistakable sound of Lewis and Colton’s stupid laughter. Alvizie looked to his side to see Lewis and Colton, both holding egg cartons.

“At least he’s somewhat white now!” Lewis said, making Colton laugh harder. Other kids in the room started waking up, and one or two babies began crying because of being woken up. Alvizie sat up and wiped the undesired breakfast off his forehead, he stood up and walked between Lewis and Colton, who were both chanting ‘Greaseball’, another Italian slur. Alvizie went into the playroom, not even bothering to change out of his pajamas, he slumped by the bookshelf, groaned, and rubbed his tired eyes. Alvizie looked around, he saw Jackson talking to an important-looking man. He wore a fine black suit and a fancy wristwatch. His hair was gray and black and slicked back with gel for style. His eyes were blue and half-lidded, and he had a bulldog face shape. He was as old as fine wine.

Alvizie raised an eyebrow but realized the man was likely there to collect Jackson’s unpaid taxes. Alvizie sighed and rested his head on the wall, but then Jackson patted his hand against his leg. 

“Everyone, line up!” Jackson commanded. So the man was here to adopt a kid. All the kids lined up, except Alvizie. He knew he wasn’t even going to be glanced at by this man, especially by someone who looked like they owned every business in New York. Alvizie watched the man look at all the children as if he were judging their every feature. Then he noticed Alvizie by the bookshelf, he stood up straight, and he had a warm smile on his face. 

“And who is this little one, Mr. Lucas?” The man asked. Jackson’s eyes widened a tad bit, and so did Alvizie’s, they were both shocked this man had even noticed Alvizie. The man’s voice sounded raspy with a mixture of an Italian accent.

“Umm, that’s Alvizie Romano.” Jackson said, “He’s 5 years old, Italian, and quiet.”

Mr. Corleone put his hands behind his back and leaned over Alvizie like a Cheshire cat. “What...part of Italy did this little fella come from?” 

“Sicily, Mr. Corleone…” Jackson said. Mr. Corleone? ‘Corleone’ was a town in Sicily. Perhaps this man was also Italian? That would be nice, being adopted by someone of the same culture. Mr. Corleone smiled and picked up Alvizie. 

“I’ll have this little one.” Mr. Corleone said. Alvizie felt his face light up, for the first time in forever he genuinely smiled—a real, happy smile. Jackson jumped excitedly for Alvizie, he immediately pulled out papers from a folder, as if he’d been waiting for this the moment he laid eyes on Alvizie. Jackson told Mr. Corleone where to sign as Alvizie backed the little stuff he had.