I'm in the nursery watching Kisa's newborn, and oh how peaceful the slumber. My eyes get more and more drowsy, when I wake up in a sudden shock. I spring up and go check the crib. When I look down into it, I find it empty. I scream for the infant and run out of the nursery, frantic. I look down the hallway, and see a dark figure running with the child, screaming, in his arms. I give chase, but the hallway seems to go on forever, with the mysterious man just at arms reach. After a while of chasing after the kidnapper, he turns around and...*BANG*
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I wake up with a ringing in my ears and a stinging pain in my chest. I realized that that bastard shot me, and I felt every ounce of pain, like I was actually shot. I can't tell Kisa about this, or anyone. It was just a dream anyways, I'm sure it's nothing.
I walk out of my bedroom and down to the kitchen for some breakfast. When I reach the kitchen, however, no one else is around. Not my sisters, the boys, Chantelle, or even Lucas. I would've thought that at least Niall and/or my son would be down here eating all of the food. Lucas adores Niall, he calls him his "Favorite Uncle Niall". He also says that Niall and Kat are going to be married soon, but Niall hasn't popped the question yet, even though a blind man could tell that they love each other.
I look around thinking that they're just hiding on me, I really need to have a talk with Niall about what he's teaching my child. As I walk through the kitchen, I walk past the stove and notice the time: 4:30am. Holy shit it's early. No wonder why no one is up yet, Niall and Luke had their midnight snacks 4 hours ago. Niall is really going to fuck up my kid's eating and sleeping behavior. Well, I'm hungry now so I'm going to fix up a poptart or something. Probably brown sugar. I get that for myself, then go sit in the living room and turn on the tv. Since it's early in the morning, all of the gross shows are on, so I turn on "Sex Sent Me to the ER". It's awesome to be honest, and hilarious. I mean, what dumbfucks just like, have sex in a tree or pour melted gummy bears on each other? Some serious dumbfucks, that's who.
About an hour in, I hear slow footsteps coming down the stairs. I bend forward to see who it is, and I see my lovely sister, Kat. And by lovely, I mean hair a mess, and drool running down her face still.
"Morning sunshine." I greet her.
"Shut up." she greets back, "What are you watching?"
"'Sex Sent Me to the ER'." I reply.
"Gross."
"What kind of gross?"
"Cool gross."
I laugh and we continue to watch the show together, when she steals one of my poptarts like it wasn't a big deal. Which it was by the way. But I digress. We sit back and watch weird sex accidents for another half hour when we hear a car pull up.
"Expecting someone?" Kat asks me.
"No, you?" I ask back.
"No."
We then quietly get up and I turn off the tv. I grab a hidden gun from under one of the night stands in the living room and Kat reaches through the hole in the wall that connects to the kitchen and grabs the biggest butcher knife she could get to. We sneak to the threshold between the living room and the foyer and wait. While waiting, we hear another car, then see another pair of headlights pull up. Everyone gets out of the two cars and I see eight figures outside with bulk coming toward the house. I cock my gun, awaiting an ambush of another mafia. I'm not really worried, between Kat and I, we could take them. Kat knows how to shove a knife into a neck or cut off a body part.
The people get closer and I'm ready to send bullets flying into multiple faces. They get to the door and one of them, who appears to be female, goes to unlock the door. How did they get a key? They're obviously formidable adversaries. The door slowly swings open and they enter our house. Once they turn on the lights, Kat and I swing into action. I turn, ready to fire, but I hold back just in time to not do so. Kat swings her knife at arms length to clearly decapitate one of them.
"Holy Shit!!!!" Kat's target exclaims. He ducks under the knife, making Kat hit the wall and getting it stuck.
"Oh. My. God." Kat spits out in disbelief and embarassment. We just tried to kill 5 Seconds of Summer and Little Mix.
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Kat comes back out from the kitchen with a tray full of teacups and a teapot. She sits everything down and turns to Luke Hemmings, "So, I'm sorry that I kinda tried to take your head off." she says with a nervous laugh.
"It's alright. I suppose someone should be on guard here, huh?" She laughs again as she pours the tea and hands it out.
"Can I just say that we love all of you guys? We're just such huge fans." I say trying to relieve tension and awkwardness. But it really doesn't work.
"Thanks." Perrie says. I really thought that I was going to die right there, from both excitement and embarrassment, when Kat and I are saved by a scramble of feet.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Liam asks, turning on daddy mode.
"Good morning to you too." I say to the gang of people standing in the living room, "Everyone is fine, we just had a little...mishap."
"Yeah. That." Kat throws in.
I know that my other sisters standing there giving us looks weren't easily fooled. We would have to talk about this later.
"I have a question." Keyanna states, "Why are Little Mix and 5SOS sitting in my living room?"
"Yeah. Even my baby is flipping shit right now." Kisa says. Everyone in the room laughs, and Chantelle is just now coming down the stairs.
"What's up guys?" she says as she enters the living room, "I'm not awake enough for this shit. So I'm gonna leave now, then come back and freak out about all of the famous people in our house later." Again, everyone laughs, but much more hysterically. Chantelle's statement was funnier, no offense Kisa, I still love ya.
"Oh right. I forgot to tell you guys." Harry tells us, "Everyone was on break so we figured that we could all get together and you guys could meet our best mates."
"Thanks for sharing babe." Kisa said sarcastically to Harry, "Well, it's nice to meet all of you. I'm Kisa, this is Kyra, Keyanna, and you've already met Kat and Kris."
"Papà!" Lucas said running down the stairs and into my arms.
"Good morning mister man." I greeted back to my son.
"Papà, ho fame."
"Can you say it in English?"
"Daddy, I'm hungry."
"Now Russian."
"Папа, я голоден (Papa, ya goloden)"
"That's my boy! Eccellente! Замечательно(zamechatel'no-wonderful)! "
"Woah. He speaks three languages?", Jesy asks in astonishment.
"Yeah. We're still working on his Russian but English and Italian are down packed."
"Why those three?", Jade asks.
"Well Italian is his first language, he was born in Venice. Then English because we want him to get around by speaking natively. And Russian because my sisters and I are Russian so we thought that he should know about my heritage."
"You lived in Italy?", Leigh-Anne asked excitedly.
I dropped my smile and thought for a second, "Lucas, why don't you go into the kitchen with uncle Niall and get some breakfast huh? Niall do you mind?"
"Not at all mate." Niall said, "Come on lad." He said to Lucas, holding out his hand.
I looked at our guests who were in a state of confusion, "I am not Lucas' biological father. I gained custody after his mother, *cough*, passed away. His mother was a very good friend of mine and she was born and raised in Venice. Then after her parents were murdered and her finding out about her pregnancy, she moved to Boston in the US. Then she soon passed."
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." Perrie said with misty eyes, "It must've been horrible."
"It was. But we're pulling through and he loves it here so I'm happy."
Until of course he becomes involved with the mafia. And I know it will happen for I have no control. I have a feeling though, that within this visiting time, we will be in a heap of trouble and problems. God help us...
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Baby Boom
FanfictionSequel to "Fame and Torture". The Volkovs are back and badder than ever, but with a little someone tagging along, Kisa's newborn baby. With the responsibilities of being both a mom and a member of the Russian mafia, Kisa has h...