Not My Mama [Italy TwinsXReaderXSpain]

Not My Mama [Papa!Spain|Antonio Carriedo]

[Papa!Spain||Mama!Reader||Children!ItalyTwins]

Feliciano and Lovino completely ignored her; [Name], their new step-mother.

[Name] knew that Antonio, their father, had gone through a very nasty divorce a few years prior. Although the woman was absolutely horrid - being physically and verbally abusive to both the boys and Antonio - the boys still loved their mother greatly. Although she pushed them away and called them 'terrible little bastardos that should never have been born,' they clung onto her legs - which usually made her angrier. [Name] had watched it unfold, being a friend from Antonio's college days and forbade from being around him by said ex-wife. But now Antonio had come to his senses, choosing a person with mutual love and understanding; choosing [Name] to be his new lover.

They had been married for almost two years now, and the boys were going on fifteen. Although [Name] had tried to get to know the boys, it would usually end in a cursing Lovino pulling away Feliciano, saying that [Name] was not their mother, would never be, and that she should stay away from them and vice-versa. After every incident, [Name] would take a hot shower then, either, nap or sleep depending on the time of day.

Now was one of those times when [Name] tried to play nice.

She was in the kitchen, head bobbing and hips swaying to some salsa music Antonio had on CD. She spun in a circle, making her peasant dress flare, and then did a few little moves with her feet. [Name] laughed at herself, she hadn't had so much fun by herself in ages!

She hummed along to the music, repeating the few Spanish words she could remember. She felt eyes on her back, knowing the twins were watching her. She could already imagine the curses leaking from Lovino's mouth. [Name] shook her head, continuing with making dinner.

What's it matter if they don't like me?
Was what she kept asking, but she was always disappointed when they didn't.

"Hey, ragazza," growled Lovino, sauntering into the kitchen with Feliciano attached to his sleeve. "Is'a dinner ready yet?"

[Name] smiled at the two over her shoulder, twirling around them to grab something from a cabinet.

"Almost, Lovi, have some patience," she cooed, planting a kiss on the side of his head. "If you want it done faster, you could always help me. Your father is always saying how good at cooking you are and, since you're his son, I fully believe it and –"

"Just shut'a up, idiota!" spat Lovino abruptly, glaring hard at the woman. [Name] stood frozen near the stove, spices in hand as she stared at the boy. "Just shut up! I don't'a know who the'a hell you think you are! But you are not our'a mama! Don't'a kiss us like we're your'a children, don't'a act like we are, or that you'a even care about us! You don't'a know anything about us! I'a hate you! I hate'a how much that tomato bastard loves you! I hate how'a much everybody says you're'a better than mama! You're'a not! You're annoying, and'a stupid and'a loud! - I wish you had'a never married papa, hell, I wish you'a two had never of met! Go to'a hell and stay out of our'a lives!"