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Third Person's POV:

Little Della cries in the room upstairs kicking her legs in the air as she cries absolutely starving and dehydrated and overwhelmed of emotions

John downstairs on the couch drinking a beer when he heard Baby Della from upstairs wailing

He slams the beer on the table storming upstairs banging the door open with a loud thud causing Della to cry louder shrinking into the old practically fallen apart cot

"SHUT UP SLUT" he shouted as he stomped towards the wailing baby in the cot that only flinched and cried harder

John proceeds to raise his hand slapping the child around the face as she sobs so hard she begins choking on sobs as he gets more Angry and picks the baby up aggressively stomping down the stairs as the baby cries more at the pain of his hood on her barely developed bones

He slams the front door open practically launching her onto the front of the pavement as she manages to not fall but ends up landing on her knees and hands

She walks harder now in so much pain she begins to try crawl away as John slams the door shut entering the house again

Little Della begins to try crawl falling multiple times before she makes it to an alley where she bumps into something causing her to lose her balance and roll onto her back as she begins sobbing again at her failed attempt to crawl

Salvatore's POV:

I'm on a mission leaving my wife and sons at home

I'm walking in the alley about to come to the end when something bumps into my leg and the next second there's sobs

What the fuck

I quickly pull out my phone putting on the flashlight shining it around me before I set eyes on a tiny little girl on the floor next to me a bruise on her cheek and a very skinny body

It's a miracle how this little child had black hair that reached to her shoulders and mini bangs already at the age she was

She was probably very young since she was crawling but what captured my eyes the most is when she finally opened her eyes still crying and I saw emerald green eyes like my own

I push my thoughts aside as I kneel down as hover my head over her so I can talk to her

"Do you want me to find your mummy or daddy?" I questioned her

She should be at least able to say 'yes' or 'no' she looks about 1 years old

But scrapping my thoughts completely she ends up looking at me confused before she cries harder

Okay

I am a father of two boys I should know how to deal with crying babies

But this is a girl

Shut up I'm a mafia man

Ugh whatever your always using that card-

I cut my subconscious of by gently picking up the girl

She's very light

She looks at me her eyes widening as I did so as she sobs

I lay her head on my shoulder running my hand up and down her back slightly bouncing her to try and calm her down at least a little bit

I feel her sons begin to die down onto small whimpers before she completely stops making any noise

I walk out of the alley to my limo where I see my driver and he looks at me then the baby and looks slightly confused but doesn't question as I get in the car

"To the airport" I said as he began driving

I felt the Little girls breathing even out

She's fallen asleep

Time skip

We make it to the plane where I get on and hold her on my lap since she won't fit in a plane seat

When the plane starts moving I hear a small whimper as she moves her head beginning to wake up

I see her lift her life up her head slightly

Can she not lift her head properly?

The bruise was more visible as she looks at me her mouth slightly partner as she does so

I smile down at her as I see her eyes turn bigger

I chuckle at her face as she tilts her tiny head lifting a small hand that probably wasn't even the size of my Pam of hand before she touches my cheek

I stifle a laugh wanting to know what she's doing

She leaves her hand there before giving me a smile

She hasn't grown teeth either

Is she delayed?

I can only imagine she was abused or neglected and now she is delayed

She adds to my suspicions of her being delayed by her trying to talk but she just babbles a random noise

She moves her hand away from my face leaning her head onto my chest and closes her eyes seemingly going back to sleep

Well that is surely something

I grab my phone calling my wife

"Yes love" she says as she answers the phone

"I want the whole house in the living room tonight I'm bringing a surprise home" I said to my wife

"Okay love you" she said

"Love you more" I said as we both hung up and I placed my phone back into my pocket

I look down at the baby

Your going to be mine and I'll make sure of that

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