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•Matteo Rossi•
        I stand in front of my wife as she frantically packs our twins luggage for our trip to Paris. 
         I had the idea two months ago on our anniversary but the timing was not right so we scheduled it for April. We leave in two days but she is so freaked. I am packing as well but she is going so fast I just can't keep up with her. Mentally or physically.
          I look over to Leo and Enzo who are playing around on a blanket we laid out in their closet so they could be in our field of vision.
         Leo rolls over twice and ends up right in front of Enzo who is sitting up, shaking a dangly toy.
         Elena runs into the closet, "Ciao Zia! Zio!" she says excitedly, running up to hug us.
        "Carissima! Come stai, tesoro?" Aria asks her as she comes over to hug me then sits on the floor next to the twins. 
        They are so close to crawling. They wobble back and forth but haven't started crawling yet.
        "Triste. Ho provato un nuovo metodo di pittura e ha finito male. Non so cosa ho fatto di sbagliato!" she says, sounding frustrated. She has always been obsessed with the arts, and now it is majority of what she cares about. (Sad. I tried a new painting method and it ended up bad. I don't know what I did wrong!)
        "Oh tesoro," Aria says, making her way over to Elena. "È parte dell'apprendimento. Non lo farai quasi mai bene a primo tentativo, ma l'arte è interpretativa e significativa. Finché significa qualcosa non importa quello que sembra, ciò che conta è ciò che sei espressivo." she says to her, making her nod but she still looks sad. Aria hugs her and she reciprocates. (It's part of learning. You'll almost never do it well on the first try, but art is interpretative and meaningful. As long as it means something, no matter what it looks like, what matters is what you are expressive.)
         Elena stays with us and keeps talking to Aria and I as we pack the twins bags. 
         We are there for two weeks so we have to pack enough clothes, not only for each day but in case something happens and we need more clothes, we have to think of everything.
         When we finally finish, Elena finally feels it is important to tell us that her fathers are downstairs waiting for us. 
        We head downstairs with the twins. It's insane that they are six months old already. They are full babies now, not little newborns. It makes my wife incredibly sad, but she loves watching them grow up, as do I.
        "There they are!" Armando says as we get downstairs. He tries to take Leo from me but I pull back, smacking his hand. He sticks his tongue out at me. "I want to hold my nephew." he whines.
        "I want to hold my son." I tell him. Leo starts giggling, clapping his hands together, which causes Enzo to do the same. 
        Aria and I smile, bringing them closer, but Leo reaches over to Aria, putting his hand on her nose and babbling, making random noises. Enzo leans closer to Leo. 
        With his lips open, he presses them against Leo's face and starts adorably slobbering all over his brothers face. 
        Aria and I are laughing as Leo keeps clapping his hand's together making random noises.
        We stay talking to Armando and Warren for a while, Elena eating something while sitting on the counter and the twins babbling and giggling.
         I love my babies. And my wife. So much. They're my whole world and they make my life better and perfect. 
         "What do you guys want for lunch?" Aria asks us. 
         "Pasta con pesto," Armando and Warren say at the same time then look at each other. 
        Warren smacks Armando on the head, then Armando grabs that hand and smacks Warren with it, making him smack himself with his own hand. 
        They both laugh as Aria shakes her head and smiles, then looks back down at Enzo. 
         I go even closer to her, moving Leo so I am only carrying him with one arm instead of both and using my bow free arm to wrap around my wife, pulling her all the way to me.
         She smiles and I lean down to kiss her, parting myself from her when I hear Armando make a gagging noise which has Elena giggling and Warren shaking his head. 
         But Leo has other plans by grabbing the back of my head, then Aria's and pushing us together. We made it easy for him by not fighting it and letting our lips meet again. We start laughing as he is not letting go of our heads and both of the twins are laughing. 
          Warren and Armando are now laughing as well as Leo finally lets go. Aria is still laughing as she moves Enzo to have a better grip on him. 
         "Let me get them a snack," Aria says as we all finish laughing and hands me Enzo.
        I place the twins in their high chairs then help my wife give them a little bit of cereal as a small snack. They love eating this stuff. 
         We gave some to Elena too because she wanted to try it but they ended up leaving when she was done with hers. Which made Aria a little sad because she thought they would stay for lunch.
          But I still ate lunch with them all, even Bean eating his food in the corner of the dining room, before I had to go do some work.
•••••
•Aria Rossi•
         Once Matteo left, I grabbed the twins and headed upstairs to lay down. I love spending time with my babies. 
         Bean followed us all the way up as Enzo and Leo made little noises and played with their hands.
         They were both yawning and getting tired and it is almost nap time, so I go into our room, laying down with both twins laying down on my chest.
         I love being a mom. Just having my babies is such a great thing, getting to raise them with Matteo, getting to see them grow. It has been so amazing and I can't believe they are already six months old. 
        I hear Leo's breathing even out and I know he fell asleep. Enzo falls asleep a few short minutes later as Bean comes up on the bed and lays next to me.
        I lay the twins down next to me on the bed and they stay asleep, so I lay on my side facing them until I fall asleep.
•••••
         I wake up to my babies giggling. I open my eyes to find Matteo sitting on the bed, one twin on his lap and the other next to him laying down. 
       I smile, sitting up in bed as Matteo looks over to me, smiling. "Ciao, melodia," he says. I grab a giggling Leo off the bed and get closer to Matteo, resting my head on his shoulder. 
          "Ciao amore," I tell him, placing Leo on my lap. I wrap my arm around Matteo's arm, my hand splayed out on his arm. Enzo turns to Leo, grabbing his arm as well. I smile. Matteo leans down and kisses my head. "Ti amo," I tell them all. 
         I love my little family. 
         "Anch'io ti amo," Matteo says, leaning over to kiss Leo on the cheek, then doing the same to Enzo. 
         "How did your work go?" I ask Matteo.
         "It was okay, it really wasn't much. I went to the store too. I bought your favorite take out, I brought you some snacks and I got the twins some yogurt to try, I think it would be better than just the baby food." he says, reaching to the floor and pulling out little yogurt cups with small spoons. 
         He got banana flavor and strawberry flavor. "If they don't like the strawberry one, I am going to eat it," I say sarcastically, making him laugh.
         He reached back down to the floor and pulls out another one. "I got you one too," he says, handing me a spoon. 
        I smile. He knows me so well. I open the twins yogurt, only opening one since I don't think they will both finish one entire one and even if they do, we can open the other one. 
         I grab one little spoon, Matteo grabbing the other and putting a little amount of strawberry flavored yogurt on the spoon. 
         I put the spoon in front of Leo's mouth and he opens it. He tastes it and it almost looks like he contemplates to for a second and then he tries to grab the entire container of yogurt. 
        I laugh, as does Matteo. I guess he really likes it.
         Enzo goes even further and tries to stick his whole hand in the container. He only gets a finger in there before I can pull the container a little further away.
         We're both laughing as he sticks his finger in his mouth to eat the yogurt. 
         "Lorenzo," I say his name, still laughing. He looks up at me and makes a little giggle sound as he still has his finger in his mouth.
•••••
erm so does anyone else have parents that just hate them for no fucking reason?? 
i was sitting in my room last night and just heard my dad talking shit about me to idk who and he didn't even know i could hear him and i felt like shit. then my sister in law was like you literally do sports, leadership, clubs, have your own business, do everything and your dad is just an idiot and even my cousin a few weeks ago just randomly told me that i should be proud of myself for everything i have done so far bc i'm only 16 years old and it just makes me feel like shit bc i work hard and my parents don't even see it tbh
but anyways i'm done with that rant
bye bye
~elle 🌸