For the final time,
Hey bitches.
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5 years later:
I had tucked my gun away for tonight.
We both had, no weapons were allowed at family barbecues, it was Christian's rule.
Pretty boring if you ask me, we could have had a great game of cops and robbers.
I stared into the mirror in awe, I remember our first family barbecue. How could I forget?
Nothing will ever match up to those times, life would never get better than that but if you don't learn to live with the present you get left behind in the past.
And Sienna D'Angelo Vance does not get left behind.
"Are you ready yet?" Dominico comes bursting into the room as I anxiously scatter at his entrance.
He stares at me curiously, I chose not to stare back.
I can't look too hard into his eyes, not yet.
"I'm ready bitch." I answer exiting my room, dragging him slowly behind me.
We make our way to the backyard which is bursting with the scents of different food as well as crowded with family, so much of it.
I missed this, I missed being normal and doing normal things.
"Did we actually have to attend this?" He groans.
"Yes we did you antisocial fuck." I chuckle at his mood.
Nothing has changed. He still hates people, we hate them together.
"I'm going to find Xavier, he better not be with my sister." His face turns dark.
"I love you."
"I love you too." I reply as he kisses my forehead before leaving me at the sight of the chaotic D'Angelo family.
It's crazy to think how easy that word now comes to us.
Love.
I'm still not sure whether either of us even know what love means, I guess our version of it is enough to settle my heart.
My eyes capture Natalia sitting under a marquee looking as bored as ever. I hadn't seen my favourite resident whore recently so I made that my first stop and sat beside her exhausted self.
As soon as we made eye contact, a literal shiver of fear ran down my spine.
Scary bitch.
"I just spent forty minutes listening to some useless, waste of breath child talk about the power puff girls." She groans palming her forehead.
"That sounds like a you problem, one which I will not intervene." I humour her suffering.
This is why everyone tries to kill you Sienna.
Interrupting our conversation, a very worn out Adriano sits himself beside us.
"How's Stalin?" He asks.
"Who the fuck is Stalin?" I question.
He points the Natalia's pregnant stomach with such ease.
"YOU'RE NAMING THE BABY STALIN?" My eyes widen in shock.
"I'm rather offended at your tone cagna. Stalin is an extravagant name." He folds his arms impulsively.
"That's worse than Carlos calling his son Schit." I enlighten him though no one can discourage Adriano once he has an idea.
"I have you know my child will be a world renown -." He pauses momentarily.
Dictator buddy. He'll be a fucking dictator.
I attempt to divert my attention from this conversation mainly because it's giving me brain damage as I notice Aiden in the corner, rather unimpressed at the chaos.
Cautiously, I make my way up to him.
"Whats wrong with you?" I question concerned at his mood.
"Dad grounded me again. I didn't even do anything." He sighs innocently.
"Why? What happened?" I spit rather quick and confused.
"My therapist told me I needed to face my fears so I shot Adriano...now I'm in trouble." He vaguely explains.
So that's why he was in hospital.
Adriano had this coming. It was about time that poor kid got some revenge.
"That was a badass D'Angelo move. Don't let Chrissy tell you otherwise." I warn him.
Or maybe I'm trying to avoid another bullet because a part of me believes he also has a deep rooted hatred for me.
He smiles almost relieved at my approval.
"I'll sort it out, don't worry." I tell him.
He embraces me into a hug, I hate hugs. But it's Aiden, I'd do anything for that peasant.
Even hugs.
"Ok, fuck off now." I dismiss him and he does so in a better mood.
The sun had almost set, the sky was red, pink and wanderlust. The stars began to make an appearance. Over the years I grew fonder of the stars, they reminded me of my father.
I found myself being more and more drawn to them, they gave me hope.
I've also learnt that hope isn't always a bad thing. Not when it's on your side.
And hope was finally on our side.
I had went to the doctors earlier that week, terrified at the symptoms I was expressing.
Only to be told that amongst all the tragic shots life had fired at me, there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
Though that 1% was small, I had defied the statistics.
Well obviously, I am a BAD bitch.
I was pregnant.
God even thinking about it doesn't seem real.
I was going to be a mother?
Sienna D'Angelo Vance...having a child?
I don't know if that should be legal.
Adriano is having a child...anything else should be legal.
God therapy for these children is going to be expensive.
I hadn't told anyone, including Dominico. I wasn't sure why? We had become so used to the idea of not having kids that I was certain news like this would drive him to an unimaginable place.
And I wasn't sure that place would be good.
I saw him from the very corners of my eye. The way he was with kids warmed my heart, he was gentle not dark. It was a side to him you don't often see.
His eyes caught mine staring at him but I couldn't look away, the moment was too precious to pass.
"Can I help you?" He raises his eyebrow walking over towards me.
Arrogant bitch.
"Yes, you can let me peacefully watch from afar." I sarcastically spit.
"You've been unusually happy recently , it's weird." He reads me, as always.
"I'm actually deeply offended by that statement you whore." I reply out of shock.
"You know what I mean." He shakes his head.
"Tell me."
Oh fuck.
"Tell you?" I play it off.
"Sienna." His tone almost warns me.
I've gotten used to that tone, it's still fun to mess with his anger.
"Not here." A faint smirk appears on my face, mirroring his usual one.
"Where?" He smirks.
This bi-.
...
Yes I dragged him miles away to the lake house, to the exact spot where he proposed.
Somewhere that held so much memories to the both of us.
Over the past few years I would come here often- only alone.
His safe place had become my comfort, to get away from the world and just breathe.
I'm becoming a sentimental bitch and I can't tell whether that's a good thing.
"You just made me drive for 2 fucking hours, this better be good." He groans.
"Shut it black souled bi-." He covers my mouth immediately.
"Bitch." He smirks finishing my sentence.
I step away from him for a second and notice a sense of confusion on his face.
"I know I let Adriano rap Tupac at our wedding but did you have to wait till now to ask for a divorce?" He suggests sarcastically.
Yes. Yes I did.
"Shut up I have something important to say." I attempt to speak.
"Was it you who blew up the national embassy?" He sighs.
"Yes it was but that's not the point." I groan.
He steps closer towards me taking my hand in his. "What's wrong Sienna?"
I still can't handle the way he says my name.
"I'm pregnant." I announce and watch the world turn silence.
Breaking that silence, I begin hyperventilating. "But like I know we both hate kids...to an extent. And this is VERY unusual news and also why the fuck-." He cuts my off with a gentle slap to the back of my head.
Whore.
"That was for what?" I exaggerate the pain.
"You're pregnant?" He questions with innocent eyes.
Well no shit.
I mean, "yeah?" I answer oblivious to his emotions.
He doesn't reply but I felt his hand on the back of my head before ushering me into his chest.
It happened to quickly for me to comprehend, my stomach dropped yet was soon filled with a spark of, happiness?
There was a safety in his touch.
Once we broke apart, all our eyes could do was connect, I wasn't afraid to look into his eyes anymore.
A part of me hoped our child would have them.
His eyes.
"Is it a girl or boy?" He innocently questions.
I smile momentarily. "A girl."
I felt him warm up, his lips parted and he was smiling. Not a smirk, a smile.
There was pure happiness on his face, it was unusually comforting.
A girl. A mini bad bitch.
All I could think about is how happy I was to be given the chance to be the mother mine wasn't.
I wouldn't let my daughter down, there will never be a day in this life where she would shed a tear at the hands of me.
Ever since I found out I made a vow to protect her and I will die protecting her.
"Before you ask. Yes, you can name her Escobar." He rolls his eyes.
Why would he think such a thing?
"That's actually going to be the middle name." I enlighten him.
I had to. In Stefano's memory.
"What are you going to name her?" He questions.
"Esmeray." I watch his reaction.
"After your mother."
Well that and the fact that it means dark moon. My father used to tell me that we all turn human on a dark moon. Even those of us corrupted by evil.
I had hoped that this child would make us a little more human.
A little more good.
He seemed satisfied beyond his shock. Despite how hard he tried to hide his emotions, I could see tears in his eyes. Though he was still adamant not to shed them.
He didn't speak, no words could transfer our emotions anyway. I felt myself embraced in his arms ones again. This time, we didn't break apart. I inhaled his scent and he did mine as every memory that led to this moment evoked us.
We all find a sense of comfort in our own darkness whether you choose to believe it or not though this was the darkness I desired to live in.
I'd let this moment consume me a thousand times just to experience the complexity of my mortality one last time.
The end.
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I'm not crying, I'm not crying, I'm not-
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