My little girl is a perfect princess.
IDEK what the fuck the wife is on about.
She doesn’t play up around you.
Candy has done nothing but throw tantrums over everything today.
But I bet as soon as luigi comes home she’ll be as good as gold.
My head hurts.
I can’t wait for Candy to go to bed.
How is she not exhausted after today because I sure am.
And I still need to reward Luigi for spending the day pretending to smile…because I will never hear the end of it if I don’t.I was very good.
*Smirks* Yes, yes you were.
I can’t wait for Candy to go to bed.
How is she not exhausted after today because I sure am.
And I still need to reward Luigi for spending the day pretending to smile…because I will never hear the end of it if I don’t.
Luigi followed her outside, grabbing her wrist. “Don’t you fucking pinch me.”
‘Then stop being so grumpy.’ She pouted, standing close to him. ‘And it didn’t even hurt. Just smile okay? I’ll make it worthwhile for you later.’ She smirked.
“You’d better.” he plastered his big, fake smile on his face, showing his teeth.
‘I will, I will.’ She said kissing him on the cheek before going over to put candy down to play with their friends kids who had just arrived.
“The fuck is that?” he asked. “Supporting people getting Zydrate?” he asked, despite the filthy look from his sister.
‘She means helping people get off Z, baby.’ She wrapped an arm around his waist looking affectionate but pinching him gently as a warning to be nice. ‘Shall we go sit outside, I think everything is ready. And Paviche is out there’
Luigi followed her outside, grabbing her wrist. “Don’t you fucking pinch me.”
‘Then stop being so grumpy.’ She pouted, standing close to him. ‘And it didn’t even hurt. Just smile okay? I’ll make it worthwhile for you later.’ She smirked.
He felt the baby lifted from his chest and got up with a groan, going up to the bedroom to go shower and get dressed. Boxers, slacks, belt, socks, shirt, ascot jacket. He looked sharp. He always looked sharp. He straightened himself out and came downstairs, greeting his father and kid sister who was looking less and less like a kid, particularly in the chest area.
Kittie smiled at her husband as Candice crawled around their feet. ‘Carmela was saying she’s just become the face of Zydrate Support Network.’ She informed him. More amused that a Z addict was apparently helping people get off the drug than telling him of her saint like news. She bent over to pick up her daughter and she tugged at Kittie’s legs.
“The fuck is that?” he asked. “Supporting people getting Zydrate?” he asked, despite the filthy look from his sister.
‘She means helping people get off Z, baby.’ She wrapped an arm around his waist looking affectionate but pinching him gently as a warning to be nice. ‘Shall we go sit outside, I think everything is ready. And Paviche is out there’
Without even opening his eyes, he ruffled Candice’s hair. “Papa should put pants on.”
‘Unfortunately he should.’ Kittie said smirking taking the baby to fix her hair AGAIN. ‘because not everyone wants to see him parade about half naked.
He felt the baby lifted from his chest and got up with a groan, going up to the bedroom to go shower and get dressed. Boxers, slacks, belt, socks, shirt, ascot jacket. He looked sharp. He always looked sharp. He straightened himself out and came downstairs, greeting his father and kid sister who was looking less and less like a kid, particularly in the chest area.
Kittie smiled at her husband as Candice crawled around their feet. ‘Carmela was saying she’s just become the face of Zydrate Support Network.’ She informed him. More amused that a Z addict was apparently helping people get off the drug than telling him of her saint like news. She bent over to pick up her daughter and she tugged at Kittie’s legs.
“Kittie, your voice is going again, you might want to see to that.” he pulled Candice up to lay on his chest and rubbed her back gently as she leaned on him.
‘It is not!’ She listened to her own voice, it was fine. ‘Grandpas going to be here soon with aunt carmela’ she said in her baby voice adjusting Candices hair. ‘Yes, they are.’
Without even opening his eyes, he ruffled Candice’s hair. “Papa should put pants on.”
‘Unfortunately he should.’ Kittie said smirking taking the baby to fix her hair AGAIN. ‘because not everyone wants to see him parade about half naked.
‘dont use those words in front of her. She told the nanny eff you when asked if she wanted to play outside last week.’ Kittie shook her head. ‘If you stopped smoking so much you wouldn’t keep needing your lungs replacing and covering that body in scars’ she teased.
“Kittie, your voice is going again, you might want to see to that.” he pulled Candice up to lay on his chest and rubbed her back gently as she leaned on him.
‘It is not!’ She listened to her own voice, it was fine. ‘Grandpas going to be here soon with aunt carmela’ she said in her baby voice adjusting Candices hair. ‘Yes, they are.’
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He gracelessly grabbed her under her little arms and pulled her to his chest. “Papa wants to sleep, Candy. Papa needs a nap.”
‘Papa has been napping all day and all night. Don’t let him sleep, Candy.’ Kittie said sitting down next to him, half watching…
‘dont use those words in front of her. She told the nanny eff you when asked if she wanted to play outside last week.’ Kittie shook her head. ‘If you stopped smoking so much you wouldn’t keep needing your lungs replacing and covering that body in scars’ she teased.
“How can something that can’t even make sentences yet be asking for me?” he asked but this was enough to get him to drag his body out of bed and put on boxers and throw on a button down shirt without buttoning it. “Candy.” he called out, flopping down onto the couch, ignoring everything around him.
‘Because every word out of her little mouth all morning has been ‘cake’ or ‘papa’ ’ She said following him downstairs. She watched as Candice stretched out her arms to Luigi from Pavi’s lap before being put down and half crawling, half stumbling towards him. ‘Watch her dress!’
He gracelessly grabbed her under her little arms and pulled her to his chest. “Papa wants to sleep, Candy. Papa needs a nap.”
‘Papa has been napping all day and all night. Don’t let him sleep, Candy.’ Kittie said sitting down next to him, half watching Pavi outside wandering around the men at work. ‘If he changes any of the seating arrangements of decorations….’
Candice sat up on Luigi, she adored him and was clapping her tiny hands at him unnecessarily.
Right. The birthday. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want his child to be already a year old. That meant he was getting old. His body ached from a lung replacement a few days before. No. Bed forever.
“Well then you might as well take a nap, gattina.”
‘Babyyyy..’ She whined. ‘Please. She’s been asking for you all morning.’ She pouted letting her hand slip under the sheets and run over his stomach. He complained about getting old but she thought he just kept getting better looking.
“How can something that can’t even make sentences yet be asking for me?” he asked but this was enough to get him to drag his body out of bed and put on boxers and throw on a button down shirt without buttoning it. “Candy.” he called out, flopping down onto the couch, ignoring everything around him.
‘Because every word out of her little mouth all morning has been ‘cake’ or ‘papa’ ’ She said following him downstairs. She watched as Candice stretched out her arms to Luigi from Pavi’s lap before being put down and half crawling, half stumbling towards him. ‘Watch her dress!’
“What is going on this afternoon?” he clung to the sheets for dear life. “fuck offfffffffffffffffffff.”
‘It’s your daughter’s birthday. The same birthday I’ve been reminding you about all week.’ She would have been pissed off he forgot but she wasn’t suprised at all. She lay down next to him, careful not to crease the latest preseason Chanel dress she’d bought for the ocassion. ‘I’m not leaving until you get up.’
Right. The birthday. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want his child to be already a year old. That meant he was getting old. His body ached from a lung replacement a few days before. No. Bed forever.
“Well then you might as well take a nap, gattina.”
‘Babyyyy..’ She whined. ‘Please. She’s been asking for you all morning.’ She pouted letting her hand slip under the sheets and run over his stomach. He complained about getting old but she thought he just kept getting better looking.
