A month had passed by and the babies had reached 1.
I moved into some apartments a few miles away from Marciello's house.
Anyways I was having a birthday party for the twins. My friends from college and work were here and some of Marciano's friends.
I noticed Michelangelo, looking at Matteó walking around.
"C'mon baby, you can do it," I said as I stretched my arms out to him.
He made a slight movement before he fell back down. I sighed, maybe I would have to bring him to the doctor to see what's wrong.
All of a sudden his face brightened up and he got up and started walking more like running.
I turned around and saw Marciello. I rolled my eyes, so he would walk for him and not for me.
"Oh shit, he's walking," Marciello said shocked.
"Fuck, that's your baby's daddy?", Tania, one of my school friends, asked loudly.
"I'm Marciello Romani, the husband," he said as he picked up Michelangelo.
"Oh then why don't you live with her?", Tania asked.
"Mom Sasha's climbing a tree again," Tania's kid said.
"I'll be back," she said, walking away.
"Your friend's pretty nosy," Marciello commented.
"Where the hell were you, the party started 2 hours ago!", I said to him.
"I know I was late and I'm sorry. The meeting went longer than expected," Marciello said.
"Oh one of your meetings with your hoebag Rachel?", I asked.
"Bebé are we really still on this? I told you I'm not fucking with that bitch," he said.
"Bitch?", Michelangelo mumbled.
"Now you have him cursing," I said, rolling my eyes.
"No cursing, hijo. Bitch is a bad word," Marciello told him.
"Bitch!Bitch!Bitch!", Michelangelo exclaimed, drawing the attention of some party guest.
"Stop that Michelangelo!," I said. He pouted and started crying.
"Your so mean to him, Bella," Marciello said as he gently rocked him and I guided him to my room.
"Who the hell is Bella?", I asked.
"It's Italian for beautiful. You know it amazes me how you claim your over me, but you seem to get so jealous," Marciello said.
"I'm not jealous. I just want to make sure you don't have any thots around my children," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You know your my only thot," Marciello said.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"That came out wron-
"Momma can we sing happy birthday and cut the-Dad!", Marciano yelled as he ran up and gave Marciello a hug.
"Hey hijo," Marciello said as he hugged him back.
They started talking and I picked up Michelangelo and got Matteó.
Everyone gathered around and we sung happy birthday to the twins. After that we ate cake and icecream.
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The party had ended an hour ago and we just finished cleaning up.
The kids had fallen asleep already.
