Abbacchio's Daughter Scenarios

You eat sweets for the first time

Quick note, you're four years old in this one

Leone Abbacchio was still sleeping when you woke up. Your eyes were heavy, you had just dreamt a good dream, and was awakened but the warm sunlight beaming on your soft skin. You opened your eyes all the way, and grabbed your blankie. Your blankie had Bucciarati's outfit pattern on it, and was just big enough to cover your body.

You checked the bathroom to see if Leone was there, he wasn't. You always checked the bathroom first because Abbacchio always did his makeup in the bathroom in the morning. He's probably still sleeping, you thought, yawning.

Walking groggily to his bed, you rubbed your left eye. Your tired (e/c) eyes, were having trouble staying open, but your daddy needed to get ready. You climbed onto his bed with white bed sheets, and shook him gently, still holding your bucciarati blankie.

"Daddy," you whispered gently. No response.

"Daddy," you said again, but a little louder. Abbacchio groaned a sleepy groan, and turned to lay on his right side.

Your eyelids were getting to heavy for you to keep open. It was like Sandman was present, and was putting you under his sleepy spell. Slowly but surely, you crawled up close to Abbacchio, and cuddled against his chest, right in between his arms. His body blocked out the shining light that was pouring into the room. Your body was warmed up by his chest, causing you to quickly drift off into the world of dreams once more. You both were sound asleep.

Two hours later...

Abbacchio was coming around now. Slowly, he lifted his eyes, and stared down at you. His arms were wrapped around your small body. 

"Morning hun," Abbacchio groggily said, sitting up and leaning against his bed frame.

"Good morning :yawn: daddy...," you mumbled sitting up to lean on him. 

Abbacchio turned to look at his clock. 10:00a.m. It read. His eyes opened wide and he bit his lip to keep from swearing in front of you. He immediately jumped out of bed, picking you up with him to go get ready. 

It was Trish's birthday that day, and the gang had decided to surprise her. Yet again, Abbacchio was only doing this because Bucciarati had told him to. The six gangsters were all going to perform the torture dance for Trish that afternoon. Abbacchio would have been fine with the dancing, but Narancia wanted them all to wear matching outfits. 

They were all supposed to wear black suspenders, a white dress shirt, fancy black dress shoes, and a black bow tie. Geez... Trish's reaction better be worth it. They were going to perform the amazing dance once Trish got back from getting her mineral water that morning. She would always go get mineral water in the morning. She probably didn't just buy lots of mineral waters to store at home because she liked the fresh morning air and it woke her up. Once she got back, they would dance for her in their ridiculous outfits.

Abbacchio set you down in front of the bathroom, and went inside to get dressed. You were also going to dress up. You couldn't dance, but you could at least dress up, right? You slipped on your black suspenders and put on your cute, little, white, dress shirt. You had no clue how to tie a fricking bow tie.

Abbacchio opened the bathroom so you could come in. He was all dressed up and was putting his makeup on. You giggled delightfully and ran into the bathroom. Wrapping your arms around Abbacchio's leg, you buried your face into the pants on his leg. 

"Hi hun, please don't bump daddy, he's putting on makeup right now."

"Okay daddy." You smiled and mumbled into his pants.