Andrea Morello pov
I feel Bea's grip on my hand leave,and I feel the small smile on my face drop thinking she's let go but that small smile is quickly replaced by a a massive one.
My daughter, the daughter I haven't seen in 11 years, all cuddled up into my husbands arm, fast asleep.
And my husband, he doesn't even notice my stare, he's in his own little world staring down at Bea, the last 11 years have been hard for all of us, but Agostino especially. His daughter had a very special place in his heart, she was his piccola farfalla. Don't get me wrong he loves all of his kids but his daughter has a special place. So him just watching her sleep, is such a surreal experience for both of us.
It takes him another 20 minutes to look up and notice me staring, he looks at me. He smiles. He looks back at Bea and simply mouths
'She's really back'
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Agostino pov
When I felt Beatrice grab my hand, I felt my whole world stop. Just like it does anytime I see her. Something so little, means so much to me. After a couple minutes, I feel a weight on my arm, and it's Beatrice, fast asleep.
Head on my shoulder like a pillow and hugging my arm like a teddy bear. I can feel myself melt at this. I feel complete. I feel as if the past 11 years don't matter because I have the one thing I've needed with me.
I don't dare move a muscle, so I watch. It may sound creepy but that's all I can do, watch. After just watching her chest rise and fall, I zone off into my own world.
I wonder what her life may have been like, where her foster parents good to her?
How many foster families has she been in?
What's her life been like?
What are her friends like?
Does she remember anything about us?
I do doubt the last question, she was only 3 when she left, but deep deep down I wished she remembered us. When I first saw her in the station I wished she would of just jumped into my arms. And told me she missed me but that wasn't she case.
She looked scared, confused and it broke my heart. And I know it's not intentional, and it's an unconscious decision but her now hugging me is making up for that.
I just hope she can one day so it consciously, not just with me but with everyone.
We still haven't broken the news to the boys and I don't plan to until we get home.
When we land it will be around 3 or 4 AM so I'm going to let Bea get some rest before then in the morning tell the boys.
I think (hope) the boys will all be as excited as I am about Bea, but I know Francesco may need some help in getting their. He doesn't mean too but he has trust issues and is just springing the idea of his sister coming home will be hard on him.
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It takes me a couple more minutes of staring to feel a gaze of eyes on me, a feeling I can recognise anywhere. My wife. I look up to see her gorgeous smile radiating through the air.
Both my girls are with me and I feel so complete. So I mouth the only thing going through my head at this moment to my gorgeous wife
'She's really back'
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It takes another 2 and a half hours to get to New York but when we land Beatrice is still asleep, so I do the one thing I can think of doing, I pick her up and carry her out of the plane and into the car.
After about a 20 minute drive we arrive at the house, I pick her up from the backseat and I take her upstairs to the room we have had sat waiting for her to come home, and place her into the big unused bed in the centre of the room.
My wife trails behind me taking off her shoes and tucking her in, before kissing her forehead whispering a sweet 'goodnight' and 'i love you so much' before slipping out of the room to go back to our own room before doing the same myself.
I move the fallen strands of hair off her head, I give her a kiss on the forehead before whispering to her a simple
'Goodnight my piccola farfalla, I'll see you in the morning'
Before I leave the room my wife scurried back in holding a piece of paper and placing it on her side table and it simply reads.
Good morning sweet girl, this is your room. We didn't want to wake you up before so we just brought you home. We will come get you soon. Hope you slept well
Lots of love
Mamma and papa
For the millionth time today a small smile makes my way to my face. My wife copies me and simply states
'I don't want her to be confused that's all, now come on let's go to bed I'm tired'
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Fiction généraleBeatrice 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...
