Manon
I'm woken up by little voices. Little voices?
"Shhh, no!"
"Zio, Zio!"
"No—"
"What the hell?" I sit up, seeing two grey eyes blink at me.
"Who is she, Zio Niccó?"
He smiles at the little girl. "This is your Zia Manon. Say hello."
"Hello," The little girl says adorably. "Are you married to my Zio Niccó? Are you pregnant? Am I going to have a cousin."
"Luna, be quiet," The little boy says. "Member? Mama say, don't ask people if they pregnant. It's rude."
"It's very rude," Niccoló adds, ushering the children out. "Now, out little monkeys, give Zia Manon some space."
Their little feet thud across the wood floors as the yell and run out of the door.
"Who—what?"
He sits on the bed with my, pressing a firm kiss against my lips.
"My niece and nephew. I'm sorry. My cousin set me
