If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty-Three

Author's Note:

This chapter takes place on November the 8th, Bob's 40th birthday! Also, includes lyrics from Riptide. I'm unsure of who it's by, but I obviously don't own the song. A link to a lyric video of the song is included above.

Enjoy!

Chapter 43

Bob awoke to the angry buzzing of his alarm. It was just another six am - wait- no it wasn't!

"Oh my God," Bob groaned, rolling over and shutting off his alarm, "I'm bloody forty years old."

Bob sat up in bed and immediately wanted to cry; he had caused nothing but harm to people in all of his forty years being alive.

"Arrgghhh," Bob screamed quietly in frustration and emotional agony as he began getting undressed. 

It had been ten years since his birthday had mattered to him; and before then it hadn't since he was sixteen. It had been his 30th birthday when he had last been excited to turn another year older. Bob sat sullenly, remembering his thirtieth birthday.

*Bob's memory NOT quite flashback though *

Bob was awoken by singing in Italian,

" Buon compleanno a te, buon compleanno a te, Buon compleanno caro Roberto, Buon compleanno a te! (Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Roberto, happy birthday to you!) " It was the beautiful voice of his wife, Franchesca.

"Ah-ha, Gracie, Franchesca, my darling," Bob yawned, chuckling.

"How-a did you sleep, Roberto?"

"Quite well. What about you?" Bob gave Franchesca a tender kiss on the lips before she answered,

"I am also well-a rested. Happy birthday, Roberto! I-a can't believe you're thirty today! It's-a been so long- but it-a doesn't feel like it, you-a know?" Franchesca giggled.

"Gosh, I am, aren't I?  And, yes, I most certainly do! And hello, my precious child!" Bob beamed, sitting up properly as his one and a half year old son clambered on to the bed.

Bob got out of bed and tossed Gino playfully in the air, delighting in his giggling. Bob grinned joyfully; he could feel himself being filled with bubbles of happiness. Never did he dare to dream that one day, he would wake up to a family again; let alone a loving wife and son.

Bob wiped away a few overjoyed tears from his eyes and set Gino on the bed.

"What's-a the matter, Roberto?" Franchesca asked, concern peaking on her face.

"Nothing's the matter, my beautiful darling; I am just so happy," Bob replied.

Franchesca whooped excitedly as Bob swept Franchesca off her feet and whirled her around in the air as he sang,

" Ti amo più tardi, mia cara ,Franchesca (I fall in love with you more every day, My darling, Franchesca)!"

Franchesca blushed and giggled. Bob chuckled as he lifted his son from the bed covers. They enjoyed a group hug. Bob never wanted to break apart from the embrace, ever.

* Memory finished*

Bob sighed and wiped a few stray tears from his eyes; these certainly weren't tears of happiness this time around, though. It was his fortieth birthday, but he had woken up, alone. His son was still gone; Franchesca and him were still divorced; Caitlyn was still pregnant with a baby that neither of them really wanted. He had never felt so sick of his life in all of his painful thirty nine- no, forty now- years.