Vincenzo's Lover

Ten

"Yeah." We both sat on the sofa, in front of the small television as Valentina spoke. "I came to your house, wanting to know where you were because you weren't answering your phone. You were supposed to meet me after, remember?" I nodded, smiling sadly. "I came and Vincenzo was having a meltdown and Dante was trying to calm him down. . .he trashed the entire house, Mia. It was a mess," I bit my lip, the memories of our lovely home filling my mind again. "Dante got Vincenzo to sleep and he explained to me what happened. I was angry and tried to call and find you but I couldn't."

"I'm sorry," I meekly said, fiddling with my hands. "No," she softly said, "it's okay. I understand why you left. I would too. Where did you go?" She asked, curiously. "Up North," I replied, "got a good job there. Had a roommate. It was good for a while." I explained how I came back, how I met Vincenzo again and she listened. It felt good to talk with her.

"Well, I gave birth a few days after. It was in the middle of the night. His name is Alexander," I glanced at the little boy on the bottom bunk, sleeping soundly. I smiled, "he's adorable." She nodded, "trouble maker though." I chuckled as she said, "not long after, I had Ariana. She's an angel."

"Then, a month ago, I had Matteo. He's so fussy," she sighed, groaning, "He keeps biting my nipple. For a baby with no teeth, it freaking hurts," I giggled, as she rubbed her neck, tiredly. "Anyways," she said, stretching a little. "How are you? You dating anyone?" She wriggled her eyebrows, playfully. I laughed, shaking my head. "Nah. .single like the last Pringle."

She yawned loudly, sighing. "I was so pissed at Vincenzo that I didn't talk to him for like two months." I wasn't surprised, Valentina was stubborn and usually had her way around things. I chuckled softly, "I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. .then I slapped him." She grinned, "good. He deserved it." She yawned again, shaking her head, "sorry."

"It's fine, Val. Go to bed, you must be tired." She nodded at me, giving me a small smile. She gave me a hug saying, "we'll catch up more tomorrow." I patted her back and she left the room, going to bed.

I sighed, feeling tired myself. I went downstairs, turning off the light then switching on the light for the stars, about to go downstairs when I heard a wail. I heard Valentina's footsteps and I quickly said, "it's fine, Val. I'll get him, go to bed." She replied with a 'thank you' and I heard her footsteps retreat.

I walked back into the room, changing the lights and going over to the crying newborn. He was adorable. Valentina had changed him into a cute little, fluffy onesie that said 'mama's boy' in large blue writing. He was small too which made him ten times cuter. I picked him up, carefully, my hands fitting around his body and lifted him to my chest. He smelt like baby milk and his warmth was lovely.

He was crying quietly, wiggling around in my arms. I softly shushed him, talking soothingly to him as he cried. "It's okay, Matt. Don't worry," but he started crying harder, his mouth opening and closing like a fish and I bobbed him gently up and down. I realised he was hungry; extremely hungry.

I turned at the sound of footsteps to see Dante come in with a bottle in his hand. He smiled at me, "hey," he said, coming over. "He's hungry," I replied, moving from side to side. He passed the bottle to me which I took nervously. "You want me to feed him?" Dante shrugged, rolling his eyes.

"No, I want Elmo to feed him." It was my turn to roll my eyes at his words.

"Immature."