𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠; oscar piastri ✔

EPILOGUE

Word count; 1,333

Mirabella

— August 8th, 2031. Palermo, Italy.

Fortunately, the sun was beginning to lower, finding solace behind the mountains in the distance. Each and every kitchen counter was filled to the brim with dishes, put together decoratively despite the knowledge that they'd be picked to pieces in a matter of thirty minutes. Nicolo - the cook - worked between each of them, still unsatisfied with the final product.

A hand appeared over my shoulder, snatching a block of cheese from a plate nearby.

"Lando!" I watched him scurry away, through the french doors to the patio.

He glanced back briefly, hiding behind the closest person he could find - which happened to be Carlos, looking frantically around, questioning the reason he was being used as a pillar. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle, turning my attention back to Nicolo.

"How much longer?"

"Ten minutes?" He answered in Italian, raising a brow in my direction, as if asking if that was okay.

I nodded, turning on my heels. Passing by various chambers, I poked my head through the thresholds, checking everyone had made it to the table outside, closing any windows that had been left open. We were particularly lucky this year with the number of guests; in the past few summers, our schedules clashed too much. However, it had become a tradition, to the point that we were already being asked on New Years if we'd be retreating to Palermo again, and how many people could come.

Upstairs, I followed a long corridor, halting before a door at the end, left slightly ajar. Pushing softly on the wood, I peered into the room, my lips curling. Oscar had fallen asleep on the sofa, a boy resting on the cushions beside him, just as clueless to the world. I leaned against the doorframe, folding my arms together, only for Lando to exclaim something outside, jolting Oscar awake.

"Sorry." I sighed as he regarded me.

He smiled, stretching his neck, until his gaze fell to the boy next to him.

"He's had a busy day." I narrated with a soft smile.

"Us both."

"Doing what?" I jested. "Eating and sleeping?"

He shrugged coyly.

"Dinner will be ready soon." I told him. "Everyone's outside." 

He bobbed his head, a hand patting his thigh. Grinning, I closed the space between us, his arms enveloping my waist as I sat on his lap. Naturally, I brushed his fringe away from his forehead, a few times until I was content. All the while, he stared at me, studying everything that was his. I hadn't realised how much time passed in that moment, not until the bell for dinner rang. Oscar pecked my nose, and I giggled, head declining as the boy next to him stirred, arms already extending as he noticed me.

"Oh, Giacomo..." I said sweetly, scooping him into my arms as I stood up, his frame melting over my torso.

Pressing my cheek to his, I used his arm to point at Oscar over my shoulder, who hadn't moved from his spot on the sofa. He shook his head with a smile, standing up to place a kiss on my forehead. In response, I pecked his lips, only for him to kiss me back, on and on until Giacomo pushed his palm against the bridge of our noses.

"Excuse me, mister." Oscar frowned. "That's my lady you just hit."

"What are you going to do?" I asked Giacomo, who burst into giggles.