Angelo and Jumpy

*sighs*
Angelo.
I wish you did...
*takes Dante*
Well. Look away!

Spoiler:

*flinches*
Ow.

*snores*
*wakes up in rocking chair*
*gets up and lays down in bed*
*falls asleep*

*wakes up and feels Angelo next to her*
*yawns*
So sleepy.
*nudges Angelo*
Get up already.
At least Dante is still sleeping.

*grunts*
What time is it?
*rolls over*

*smiles*
Time to wake up.
We have to show everyone Dante today.

*sits up*
I'm only doing this for my son, bella donna.
*kisses*
*grabs pair of pants*

*gets out of bed*
*stretches and yawns*
*gets dresses in a pair of old jeans and a yellow knit top*
*kisses her husband*
Your son. How sweet that sounds.
*Picks up the sleeping Dante*
*wraps in a yellow baby blanket*

*chuckles*
Well, what would you prefer me to call him?
My spawn?
*puts on shirt*

*tight face*
Please. Do not call him that.
It makes me feel funny.
I just don't like it.
*smiles*
Oh he looks wonderful in yellow.

*laughs*
You amuse me, love.
*kisses*
Should we invite my uncle over?
I'm sure he'd love to meet Dante.

*smiles huge*
Yes. Do invite hum over!
he better bring me something yellow...
Speaking of which,
*looks up and down*
Hmm. Angie. You should wear yellow.
*walks over to closet*
*Takes out Bright yellow shirt*
*tosses it to Angelo*
Wear that.
*smiles*

*chuckles quietly*
No.
I'm not wearing yellow, love.
*tosses shirt on bed*
*picks up phone*

Fine.
*voice quivers*
I understand...
*turns around so he won't see tears*
*sniffles*
*voice cracks*
Lets go Dante. Daddy doesn't want to be part of the family.

Jumpy, it's a--
*struggles to refrain from cursing*
It's just a shirt.
Please don't make a big deal out of nothing.

*turns around*
Big deal?
I see no big deal! What I see is that you think I'm crazy. I love the color yellow.
You love sex, although you don't hear me saying I won't do it for you!

*stutters*
W-What?!
How is this about sex?

I'll put the damn shirt on, but if this is going to work, you have to stop bullying me around.
We're not stupid, horny kids anymore.
We're parents.
We can't argue twenty-four seven.
*changes shirts*
HAPPY?

*face tightens*
I-I-I understand Angelo Moretti.
*puts Dante down in crib*
*walks out door without another word*
*cries*

*sighs*
Jumpy, don't cry.
Please.
I'm sorry.

*watches Jumpy walk away*
*flinches as Dante cries*
*takes from crib*
*talking to Dante*
Did we wake you?
*kisses forehead*
You're perfect.
You know that?
*thinks*
Just like your mother.
*sighs*
And smart.
Unlike your father.

*thinks*
I should probably call Don.
*sets Dante back in crib*
Un momento, figlio.
*picks up phone and dials*
Uncle?
It's Angelo.
Would you like to visit?
Jumpy and I want you to meet Dante.
*hesitates*
And do you, by any chance, know how to calm a woman down?

*on phone*
I would love to, Nephew.
*silence*
Why, might I ask, do you need my help? Are you arguing with Jumpy again? What did you do this time? What have I told you about keeping your mouth shut?

*eyes widen*
Why do you automatically assume it's my fault?
And are you going to help me or not?

*sighs*
It's always your fault, son. You don't think before you speak.
I, myself, am not married. I really can't offer my assistance.

I'll be there in a couple of hours.
*dial tone*

*hangs up*
*leans over crib*
Daddy's not having very good luck today, is he Dante?
*sighs*

*leads Stefan in*
Come on Stefan meet my son.
*goes over to crib, ignoring Angelo*
Isn't he so amazing?