The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

Epilogue (bonus)

Angelo didn't like his birthday being a big deal. But whatever right? Forty one was a big number. Big. And my man, my king deserved nothing less but royalty.

That's why we were up, early in the morning. Just a couple of days after Christmas while papí slept peacefully. In the kitchen on three bar stools stood three of my helping hand. One of them beside me, a long food pick in hand, fussing, jittery to flip the pancakes. Arius has already poked the half done pancake for two times atleast. Sadly for him, it wasn't flipping time yet.

The fact greatly bothered him. And he wore a little scowl just like his papí. Impatient.

"Now, mamí?" Arius asked with a little frown magneted to his expression.

"See if it's done?" I hummed handing him a spatula to flip the cakes. Just for today, I reasoned in my head. Because I was just too much of an anxious mother hen to let these little frolicking monsters into the kitchen. Even on mine or Angelo's watch. On anybody's watch really. I was too fidgety about the kids.

"Why are you doing that?" I heard Icarus tsk at his sister annoyed. "What are you doing?"

"Shh!" Annalisa cooed at her brother. Dressed in a fuzzy bear onesie she was the cutest of the bunch. Her onesie also had a fuzzy tail and two fuzzy ears.

"No your putting too much!" Icarus complained desperate for his sister to stop with her chocolate unwrapping and placing them around the plate on a little pile.

"You no know my papí!" She argued.

"He is not your papí." Icarus argued. "He was my papí first!"

"Shh!" She shushed her brother again opening yet another chocolate to place it on the plate. "No yours. My papí."

Icarus huffed again crossing his arms over his chest and glared at task on hand. Children safe knives were a thing apparently. And that was what my eldest using to cut a number of strawberries, grape in half. I had already peeled the orange and juiced them, made juice out of the apples and did everything necessary and big before calling these munchkins out of bed at eight thirty.

Our Christmas tree was still very prominent and dominant on our living room. All decorated and primed and blinking with the lights we put around the massive structure around early November. Yes.

Christmas started early in my home and lasted up until late January. When my husband would be tired of the festivities, cookies and cake. And ofcourse the carols and theme cutlery. I couldn't let the man, in whatever condition accept that the red and green accented plates and bowls were cute.

"It isn't, sweetness." He would coo at my pouty expression. "Maybe around Christmas? It's February now, love."

Okay, fine he had a logic. A one reason I didn't like at all. But fine. FINE. WHATEVER.

"Mommy, now!" Arius cried from esctasty as he showed me the clean food pick.

"Yes, now, baby!"

"Ou bubba! Flip!" Anna mumbled her cheek swollen with a chocolate that she had shoved in her mouth. My regular instinct would be admonishing her but- really, it's a special day.

Go ahead have a candy, Anna. I mentally chimed.

Arius carefully flipped the pancake. A perfect golden bottom greeted us.

"Perfect, Amore mio." I praised leaning down to place a kiss on his head.

"Grazié, mamí!" Arius sighed from relief.

"Ow, mommy?" Anna pulled my attention toward herself using her sticky fingers to pull on my cherry silk robe. I to my little girl with the biggest smile.