3rd person pov
October 15th 2006...
Andrea Morello and ,her childhood sweetheart , Agostino Morello were in the hospital.
Andrea had given birth to a baby girl and both parents were in pure awe of the hours old baby in front of them
Even after having 5 boys the feeling of holding their last child in their arms was a feeling they never want to let go of, the baby in their hands was Beatrice Morello. The first girl born in 4 generations of the Morello bloodline.
Both parents knew of the risk this baby was born with, she's going to be a target for their enemy's but they think. No they know. Everyone in the family will protect this baby with their life.
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Agostino POV
3 years later...
Today has been my piccola farfalla's (little butterfly) 3rd birthday, and I couldn't be happier
Ever since Bea was born she has been nothing but a light in our life, all of our boys adore her, and something as simple as a giggle will light up their days. And Bea knows that.
She is so spoiled by everyone, her brothers, cousins, grandparents, mom and especially me.
Right now she is sat on the floor with all 5 of her big brothers playing her new toys with her, my wife has her head leant on my shoulder as we watch the amazing life we have created.
I simply couldn't be happier.
We sit there for about an hour until Beatrice has decided she's had enough, her small figure walks up to me, simply to place her hands in the air going
'up papa! Up!'
It's way past her bedtime now so everyone says their goodnights as me and my wife walk up towards her bedroom.
We do the usual night time routine of brushing her teeth and reading her a story before simply tucking her into bed, a kiss goodnight on the forehead, her nightlight being turned on as we walk out of her room to go and start our own night routine.
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A couple hours later I wake up, the feeling of a pit in my stomach makes me uneasy. I try to ignore it but I can't
I climb out of bed to get a glass of water trying to ease the feeling I'm going through at this moment.
It doesn't work.
The uneasy feeling doesn't go away no matter what I try.
In the end I decided to go and check on my children, their bedrooms are in age order so I start by checking in on Antonio, but he's completely fine, tucked into his bed. I check my other 4 sons, Gianni,Francesco, Dante and Adriano but they are all fine.
Lastly my little girls room came into my view, I grab the door and push it open only for my heart to drop. The world stop spinning. And my body to simply freeze.
Her room is a mess, her toys on the floor,her curtains ripped and the bulb of the nightlight broken. Shattered into fragments.
I can't help but breakdown, shout for my wife, shout for my daughter.
Who is no longer in her room but gone with our a trace.
My heart felt shattered, fragmented, just like that fucking bulb that lies next to me as I cry for my missing farfalla. (Butterfly)
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Fragments
Genel KurguBeatrice Carson (or Bea ), has never really had a stable home, growing up in the foster system in California. After being in under the care of John Carson for 3 years, she runs away, only to be found by the police. She is convinced she will be sen...
