~~Mateos POV
How could she be okay with Luca not knowing. What has she told him? That his father was dead?
Maybe I should just tell him myself. Get it over with. Get myself back into his life.
But I can't do that. That is considered selfish. He is still so young. I look over at Luca and that's when I really notice it. He looks just like me when I was 2. From the hair to the eyes. Everything is just like me. His personality though.. that is all his moms.
"Are we still on for dinner?" I ask Rue with a smile.
"Oh yeah! I'll go get ready." She answers as she looks down at herself. "It may be a while..I need a shower." She laughs as she waves at her body. I laugh in response and tell her to take her time.
I look back over to Luca sitting at the table and eating his pizza. He is eating his pizza and drawing on a piece of paper.
I smile at myself and walk over to him. As I get closer I hear that he is quietly humming a song. I walk a little closer but not to close that he notices me. Once I get close enough to clearly hear the words I notice it isn't English. It is Italian. He knows Italian? I listen a little longer trying to figure out the song.
Fai la ninna, fai la nanna
con'sto fialio non c'è più pace
Fai la ninna, fai la nanna
pupo bello della mamma
Ninna oh, ninna oh
Lo daremo alla Befana
Che lo tenghi una settimana
Lo daremo all'omo nero
Che lo tenghi l'anno intero
Ninna oh, ninna oh
Fai la ninna, fai la nanna
pupo bello della mamma
Lo daremo alla Befana
Che pazienzia che ci vo
Ninna oh, ninna oh
Fai la ninna, fai la nanna
He starts the song over again. That is the same lullaby my mom sung when she would cook, drive, clean, anything. She taught Rue it not to long before she ran. Rue must have sung it to him.
"What are you drawing?" I ask him as I pull a chair out and sit down.
"I'm drawing my dad." He tells me without even looking up.
My eyes widen as I try to figure out what he means. "You know your father?" I ask him slightly disappointed.
"Not exactly. Momma used to describe him as bedtime stories. Brown hair, brown eyes, tall, handsome. She could go on forever." He answers me as he continues to draw.
"How did you learn that song?" I question.
"Mommy always sings it as she cleans, cooks, drives, anything and everything." He tells me as he finally looks up at me. "You have brown eyes and brown hair just like my daddy!" He tells me as he looks between his drawing and me.
"You are smart for such a young boy." I tell him in a attempt to change the subject.
He shrugs and fiddles with his fingers, "my mommy has me in a really good preschool. And I am only 2, and a half!" He protests.
I chuckle. He must me nervous, he is fiddling with his fingers just like his mom does. "Do you only speak English?" I ask him curious.
"No, English is my number 2 language. Me and mommy mainly speak Italian. Wanna hear?" He answers me excited.
"Sure." I smile at him. He sits up on his knees.
"Mi chiamo Luca Alexander Cooper. Ho 2 anni e mezzo e vivo a Pisa, in Italia. Mia madre è Rue Cooper. Mio padre è.." he frowns once he gets to who is father is. I frown at his sad face, he wants to know his father.(Translation: My name is Luca Alexander Cooper. I am 2 and a half and I live in Pisa, Italy. My mother is Rue Cooper. My father is..)
Just as I was about to say something Rue comes out of her room. "Ready?" She asks me but frowns when she looks at me talking to Luca who is know frowning. I stand up and smile.
"Ready." She ignores me and crouches in front of Luca.
"Cosa c'é che non va amore?" She asks him as she holds his tiny hands in hers. (Translation: Whats wrong love?)
She speaks to him in Italian as if it's her nature language.
He looks up at her and hesitates before asking her with a sad tone, "Chi é mil padre, mamma?" Rues eyes widen and I look down at the floor. I never should have asked him all those questions. (translation: who is my father mommy?)
"Te l'ho detto hunny, lui.." (translation: I told you hunny, he..) she looks up at me and sighs, "Possiamo parlarne più tardi, per favore?" (Translation: We can talk about it later, please?) Luca nods and turns back to his pizza. Rue let's out a deep sigh before standing back up. "Ava, I am leaving." She hollers to her roommate down the hall as we walk out of the house. I close the door behind us and she instantly turns on her heels and snaps at me, "Di cosa stavi parlando che mi ha fatto fare una domanda del genere? Non sono pronto per farlo sapere! È ancora così giovane. Non ha bisogno di questo nella sua vita! Se gli dico che sei suo padre, lui ...." (Translation: What were you talking about that made him ask such a question? I'm not ready to let him know! He is still so young. He doesn't need this in his life! If I tell him that you are his father, he wil-)She didn't finish her last sentence before Luca was standing at the opened front door teary eyed and all. Rue covered her mouth with her hand and looked down at her son scared for her life. Just how much did he hear exactly?
"H-he is my f-father?" He sniffled out as a tear fell from his eye and he stared up at his mother. Rue looked at me and looked down at her son and you could tell she was trying to find the right words. There was just no way she could tell him gently and then be able to answer all the questions that will come from her answering truthfully. She opens her mouth to speak but then closes it. "Mommy, is he my father?" Luca asks again as he wiped his tears away. There was no way out of his. He heard and knows to much now. It's time for Rue to tell him the truth. I wait a few seconds longer but when Rue doesn't answer I crouch down to his level and before I speak I look up at Rue looking for approval she nods her head and I look back at the little brown eyed boy in front of me.
"Sì, sono tuo padre .." (Translation:Yes, I am your father..)
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Word count: 1152
Authors Note:
I'm sorry I have not updated in so long! I have been extremely busy. I do hope you enjoyed the chapter!
So! What do y'all think of Mateo? Is he doing the right thing? Should Rue and Mateo get back together?
Don't be a silent reader! Comment what you think:)
Alla prossima, ciao!
(Translation: Until next time, Bye!)
