Stephano (Steph-ano)
orgin-Italy. crown;wreath
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"Steph!" Riley groaned out the moment she opened up Donte's bedroom door. Stephano was seated on the floor with Donte perched in his lap and a gun placed in-between their son's hands. He was a spitting image of Stephano - blue eyes, strong face structure, he even had that certain personality where he needed to be in control all the time, but he had curly black hair just like his mother. "What?" Stephano asked innocently.
"I'm teaching our son how to use a gun," he smiled. "Mama, I can shoot now!" Donte exclaimed jumping up and down excitedly.
"He's five, Steph!" Riley pointed out walking up to Donte and snatching the gun from his hand. Just in time, Abriana ran into the room. "Papa!" She called out jumping into his hold, while stepp
