The Mafia's Little Prince

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✦⋆✦ Leonhart, age 13 ✦⋆✦

It wasn't long before everything began to settle down. The twins were born, and it turned out to be two boys. FINALLY! They were already three months old. Gavin had been gone for two months. He's not once called or reached out, or come to school. I couldn't help but get that feeling of loneliness, even with a house full of people.

"Leonhart, go tell Geneive I'll be back after a meeting," Lennox spoke, walking past the living room where I sat on the couch. He was already out the front door. I sighed and jumped up. Whatever that meeting was, he seemed to be in a hurry. I got upstairs and knocked softly on Genevieve's room. I heard crying but no Genevieve. I opened the door and peeked in.

"Uh, it's me?" I whispered, and when I saw her sleeping on the bed, I walked in and rushed over to pick up Kobe and Matteo. I rocked them and walked over to Geneives bed. "Hey, I think they're hungry....or uh, well I'm sure one of both took a shit-I mean poo?" I raised a brow at the baby who stopped crying in my arms but tried to nuzzle my chest. "I can assure you, I have no milk there!" I snapped, making them jump. "Oh no-no-no! Don't cry! I'm sorry!" They cried loudly and I hurried to find someone else who wasn't passed out asleep from exhaustion. Going door to door kicking since my hands were full, no one answered.

"Is anyone home on a damn Saturday!" I snapped, going downstairs. I put the babies in the playpen and rushed to the kitchen. She left pumped milk there for when Lennox took a turn. I grabbed it and looked at the bottles. "Okay? Shouldn't be too hard?" I ran to the living room and put on it Kobe's mouth. Kobe was more chunky, so it was easy to tell them apart right now. He sucked for only a minute before he kept turning away. "What? Is it nasty?" I asked, pulling it away.

"What are you doing?" Phoboe walked in, making me jump.

"Uh, I guess playing caregiver. Here." I handed her the bottle and she smacked the back of my head. "Oww! What the hell was-OWW!" She slapped me again.

"Don't cuss in front of them! Plus, you need to warm the milk, dumb-brain! Come on!" She yanked me along. In the kitchen, she grabbed a pot and filled it with water. She placed the bottles in and I looked confused.

"Just do it in the microwave, they are hungry," I stated, but she slapped me. "Oww! Stop that!"

"Can't cook breast milk in the microwave, dummy!"

"How am I supposed to know that!" I snapped back.

"Hey, what's this?" Valencia walked in with Zaria. They had the crying babies.

"Leonhart tried to kill them," Phoebe smirked.

"DID NOT!" I yelled.

"Shhh!" Zaria snapped, rubbing Kobe's back. "And did you get left with them? She won't even let us watch them alone, but you?" She spoke, raising a brow.

"I took them from the room since Genevieve was knocked out." I stated. Phoebe checked the milk and nodded at the temp. She walked over and handed the bottles to the girls who smiled happily and went to sit on the couch to feed them. I followed as they all cooed over the babies. I was glad the little ones got placed in a weekend daycare from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. Otherwise, these two little ones wouldn't be the loudest in the house.

"Here." Valencia handed me Matteo. "Burp him and change him." She skipped out of the room after Zaria handed Kobe to Phoebe.

"You can feed them, but not change a diaper!" Phoebe snapped as she burped Kobe. "Burp him, Leonhart!" She scolded, and I jumped. I quickly rub his back. "Pat, not rub." She rolled her eyes. I did what she did and patted his back. He left a big burp out and I felt something wet.