We'll Look After You, We Promise

Chapter 40

I know in the series, Carina doesn't like her father but for the sake of the book, they can at least handle each other's presence. Also trying something new with all their own POVs, sorry in advance if it sucks lol

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Carina's POV

Packing for myself and Maya was already a hassle because of my wife's pickiness; adding Isabella's little bag on top of my list didn't make it any easier. I called my Father to ask about the weather, not sure if I needed to pack swimsuits or winter gear but he advised for both. Supposedly, the weather had been going back and forth not deciding if it was truly winter yet. I knew Isabella would absolutely love the beaches and town square, the Christmas decorations were still out so we were planning on going there within the first day or two of landing in Italy. Isabella still wasn't aware of where we were going, it was a surprise that only Maya and I knew for now. My Father, Isabella's "nonno", is so excited to meet her but we still needed to keep a distance whenever he became manic.

My thoughts were interrupted upon two pairs of feet running towards the bedroom followed by giggling and squeals of joy. Isabella swung the door open in her firefighter costume with Maya hot on her tail with a pull up in hand. I barely had managed to grab hold of my Bambina when she leaped onto me, trying to escape a change which she evidently needed when I felt how heavy her pull up was.

"Mommyyyy, save me!" the smaller brunette huffed out, pouting innocently when I laid her down on the bed and already began the changing process.

"Mi Amor, what have I told you about being in a dirty diaper or pull up for too long? We can get sick and you don't want to get sick before our trip, do you?" I asked with a slight smirk, Maya snickering in the back upon seeing the girl's wide eyes and rapid head shake.

"Nuuuuh, I wanna go on cation, Mommy! Wanted you to change me, not Mama, is all" Isabella said with hazy eyes and her bottom lip poking out. I wasn't sure I believed that but she looked cute telling me so I accepted the small lie.

Enjoying my clingy toddler a little longer, I had Maya help me put her in the baby wrap I bought just for these moments when I needed to get things done but Isabella didn't want to be put down by me. After ensuring she was in comfortably and snug, I continued packing as Maya finished bringing me the outfits I requested before moving onto Isabella's little bag. Packing for every headspace she may be in, the bag was nearly too full to close but with Maya sitting on the suitcase, we managed to zip it up. I made the mental note of having to pull Isabella out of her headspace later so she could pack her big girl suitcase, knowing she wouldn't want me or Maya packing her underwear or bras for her when we had discussed it the day prior. She had the biggest blush on her face and looked like a deer in headlights when we offered to pack for both before politely declining as we smirked at her.

Once finishing the important bags, we made our way into the living room with Maya excusing herself to prepare us a quick lunch of sandwiches and veggies to not dirty up many dishes before having to leave in the middle of the night. The plane ride was going to be about 15 hours and we were trying everything to not get Isabella to nap so she could sleep the majority of the trip to Italy. I carefully maneuvered Isabella from the baby wrap, cooing softly at her when she began whining at the loss of skin to skin contact with the promise of holding her later after lunch. Maya walked into the living room with our plates, setting them on the coffee table as I put cartoons on for Isabella to watch while we all ate. It was like a special treat for her, never getting to watch tv in the living room during a meal unless she was sick or having a rough mental health day. I was pretty strict on eating at the table during meal times together as a family.