Giavanni

CHAPTER ONE (1)

Giavanni had just returned from a long day at the office and all she could dream about was a nice long, warm bath followed by a relaxing undisturbed nap.
She entered her three storey mansion only to be met by a strange sight. Right there in her living room sat a small no older than three years old sleeping on her three thousand dollar leather sofa.
"Marcus?" She shouted agitated.
"Yes mam." He stuttered softly picking up on her annoyed mood.
"Who is this child?"
"I'm sorry madame but I don' t know."
"How the fuck can you not know. So you just let someone that you don't know into my house without my knowledge."
"I'm sorry madame but the woman said you'd understand."
"Woman. What woman?"
"I don't know but she gave me this letter for you. I apologize again Madame."
"You may leave Marcus."
Giavanni ripped open the fragile envelope and read the short letter within.
Dear Giavanni,
You probably don't remember me but we met at a frat party a few years ago and yes we had sex. I got pregnant with our child. I'm really sorry I didn't tell you but I was scared and I knew you weren't ready for a child. My parents recently through me out and I can't take care of our daughter so I left her at your house. I'm sorry I couldn't face you yet again. Please take care of our daugher I beg you. I named her after you. Her name is Gianna Giacanno.
Yours forever,
Alyssia.
Holy shit. Giavanni could call it a lie, a fraud. If she didn't remember the night and Alyssia all to well. She had a daughter she couldn't believe. She knew with her condition it was possible , but she'd been careful. Well carefull until that night. Giavanni had a unique condition;she was a girl with a penis. She was as you would call intersex.
Giavanni slowly walked towards the sleeping child as she tugged at the tie of her three piece suit nervously.
She studied the young girl curiously. Now looking at her Giavanni could see the stunning resemblance looking back at her clear as day.
Gianna had her platinum almost white blonde hair, her tanned golden complexion, her sculpted cheekbones. It was like she was a smallee version of Giavanni herself and in a way she indeed was.
As Gianna stood there studying her daughter she vowed to protect her and ensure her happiness. She would make up for those years she missed. Family was most important to her and Gianna was family.
The young girl before her began to stir and Giavanni held her breath waiting for her baby to open her eyes. Soon she was looking into bright forest green eyes identical to her own. She really was her daughter. This was really happening.
"Are 'ou my daddy," asked her daughter in a beautiful husky voice laced with sleep.
"Mommy said I was going to live wit my daddy. 'Ou my daddy right? "
"Ofcourse princess. Yes I am your daddy."