Luciano fell asleep in his room after worrying his ass off.
(y/n) was next to wake up. "Woah...how did I get here?"
"Morning!" Flavio greeted, cooling some pasta. "Mio fratello burnt the-a pasta...I'm-a making some-a new ones-a! Do you-a want?"
"Yes please." (y/n) said. "Thanks, Flavio..."
She took notice of the note and plastic bag on the coffee table.
"Oh, Luciano left-a that there-a." Flavio said. "Read it-a."
(y/n) carefully read the note and nodded. "Well, he bought these for me. Might as well try it."
Flavio glanced at (y/n). "If you-a want."
(y/n) stood up and brought the plastic bag along with her as she went in the bathroom.
"Also, set me a plate of pasta with a ton of parmesan!" She told Flavio.
"Si!" The blonde Italian said from the kitchen.
(y/n) went in the bathroom and locked the door to be alone inside.
She sighed heavily and tried one.
As she waited, she walked back and forth in the bathroom, nervously waiting for the result.
When it was ready, she gasped at the result she got.
Positive
She gasped and tried another one, panicking as she did so.
Oh, how much she wanted the tests to lie about her being pregnant!
Flavio heard whining and whimpering from the bathroom. "Ah, I-a wonder what-a she got-a..."
After all of them, the tests weren't lying at all. They were telling the truth.
She was pregnant.
(y/n) whimpered in the bathroom, nervous of what she'd tell Luciano.
"Bella?" Flavio asked from outside, knocking on the door. "Are you-a okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine, Flavio." (y/n) lied. "I'm fine!"
Flavio frowned. "You-a don't sound-a okay...your-a pasta is-a ready, BTW."
"Thanks..." (y/n) thanked as she shivered nervously.
Flavio walked away and ate his pasta.
"How will I tell Luciano?" (y/n) asked herself, thinking out loud as she did. "What if he would get mad or something? Well now I'm nervous!"
She went out, sitting next to the blonde Italian and ate her pasta with him.
"Are-a sure you're-a okay?" Flavio asked, worried a bit for (y/n). "You-a don't look-a okay..."
"Really, Flavio, I'm fine." (y/n) said.
"Well-a, what did-a the tests-a say?"
"Uhm...do you want to know?"
"If I-a didn't want-a to know-a, why am-a I asking?"
"Well...all of them were positive..."
Flavio chokes on his pasta, coughing harshly. "Are you-a serious?! Be-a honest!!"
(y/n) nodded, looking away from Flavio's violet eyes.
Flavio hugged (y/n) tightly. "Congratulations-a, (y/n)!!!"
(y/n) gasped, hugging the childish Italian back. "Aw, thanks Flavio!"
Flavio sniffed (y/n)'s hair and sighed. "Luciano will-a be happy-a..."
"How do you know?" (y/n) asked, pulling away from Flavio.
"He-a may be-a mean, and-a a cruel guy-a, but he-a always wanted-a a baby...he's-a been alone-a for years-a...he always-a envied the-a families he-a sees..."
(y/n) frowned a bit. "He did?"
"Si." Flavio nodded. "He-a always did-a...it may-a not look-a like it-a, but he-a did."
He chuckled. "I-a wonder what-a he would-a say!"
(y/n) chuckled as well. "We'll have to see for ourselves!"
Flavio caressed (y/n)'s pregnant belly. "He'll be-a happier than-a child celebrating-a a party-a!"
He laughed. "I'm-a sure!"
(y/n) laughed along.
She frowned in her thoughts. "I just hope he won't get mad or hate me...or worse..."
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Torture (2p! Italy X Reader) (DISCONTINUED!!!)
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