Good Cop Gone Bad ~ Rewritten

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•Matteo Rossi•
six months later

Aria and I help Leo and Enzo blow out the candles at the top of their birthday cakes as everyone claps and they giggle. Our babies are two years old already and they are the sweetest little humans.
Marco, our youngest baby and newborn, is now almost three months old and is doing great. Aria's healing process was a bit slower this time than the last but I helped as much as I could, both physically and emotionally.
It is his nap time right now and we have the baby monitor connected to our phones so we thought this was the best time to cut the cake since we could give the twins our full attention.
"Papà, vogliamo la torta," Enzo says to me, making me smile. The way that they pronounce things always makes me smile since it is adorable. We are always working with them on their speech and they are getting better, although being honest they don't speak much English.  (Dad, we want the cake)
They each have their own cake which they picked the flavor of and the color. Enzo wanted green decorations and a red velvet cake, while Leo wanted orange decorations and a strawberry cake.
"Viene tagliato in questo momento, angioletto, cosa ti dice di fare tua mamma?" I say to him. (It is being cut right now, little angel, what does your mom tell you to do?)
           He thinks about it for a second before deciding, "Pazienza," he answers confidently, smiling widely. (Patience)
          "Sì, angioletto, good job," I say, kissing his forehead making him smile. He has one prominent dimple on his right cheek and his left one is less noticeable, which is so similar to his mom and I love it.
         "Laviamoci le mane, sì?" Aria says, making the twins nod. We both stand with them in arms and head to the kitchen, carrying the twins so they can reach the counter and wash their hands.
          I laugh along with my wife as our kids wash their hands, splattering water everywhere but they loved it.

•••••
1.5 years later

          "Papà, we have una domanda," Enzo says cutely as him, his brothers, and my once again pregnant wife walk into the room, all together to ask me a question. (a question)
         The problem there is that I would do anything they asked for as long as it made them happy and they were still safe.
         "We want another cat," My wife says, even though our cat Bean is already in her arms.
         "Papà, Bean cat need un amico," Our almost two year old, Marco says, climbing onto the couch next to me and swinging his feet forward, then back until they hit the couch. (a friend)
         "Per favore?" My wife says sweetly, sitting next to me, then the twins sitting on my lap, one on each leg. (please)
          I was cornered. My wife and kids had cornered me onto the couch with this adorable request. I sighed, "Let's go adopt another cat," I said, placing my bookmark between the pages of my open book and placing it on the coffee table in front of us.
          They all smiled and the kids clapped as we all stood, making our way out.
         After managing to get Enzo, Leo, and Marco into the car, we situated ourselves and I began driving. I knew of one adoption center nearby, because I own it.
          I grabbed my wife's hand, holding it on the center console, occasionally pulling it up to kiss the back of it.
          She is pregnant once again, however this time with a little girl. Our first girl. We had decided even before she got pregnant that this would be our last baby, and Aria had been saying that she was hoping for a girl. Another boy would be great, but she was hoping for a girl.
           Ever since we found out that it is a girl, she has been buying her little dresses and bows, it is adorable. She is most likely less than a month from giving birth and we are very excited.
          We have decided on a first name but not a middle. We are considering not giving her one but all of her brothers have one so it would be odd.
         "Are you excited to have a little sister?" I ask the boys in the back.
          "Papà, what is excited?" Leo asks, his accent thick and strong. Their English is very limited so far and they have accents that are even sometimes hard to understand.
          "Eccitato," Aria says it in Italian, making Leo nod.
Once we get there, we take all of the kids out of the car, Enzo gets himself out because he already learned how to unbuckle his seat.
We take them inside and the woman at the front desk leads us to the room that is filled with cats.
The boys carry and play with a few cats, before Enzo says to me, "Papà, boy cat?" he asks.
It would probably be better if we got a boy since Bean is a boy and the last thing we need around the same time Aria gives birth is a cat giving birth to kittens.
"Sì, angioletto," I tell him and he nods.
They narrow it down to two cats. "Quale?" Leo asks, staring at them both.
"È una ragazza?" Enzo asks the worker in front of him, pointing to the white cat sitting in its crate. The worker nods and Enzo turns to his younger brothers. "We want a boy cat," he says to them and they nod, simply agreeing.
They finally decide on the orange cat that is male. We buy the cat a few things before leaving the adoption center. The boys have the cat in the back with them as I look over at my wife.
I think back to around five years ago when I met her in that club. I saw her and she just lit up the room, she was someone I knew I wanted. And now I feel like I need her just to be able to live.
In five years we had managed to build our life together to be the one I had dreamed of, but thought I would never have. We are so deeply in love, expecting our fourth baby, raising our children together has been the best thing I have ever experienced.
Kissing her that night, falling for her, marrying her, it was all just an amazing chain of events. I love my little family and I would do anything to protect them.