Danello

“What has you so lost in your head?” Hanae asks.

“This entire fucking situation with Gary.” I tell her.

I watch as my wife saunters over and sits down on my lap. Many were unhappy, including my parents, that married her. My stunning Hanae is half Japanese. I could fucking care less, but my parents were old school and didn’t want any of their kids with anyone that wasn’t Italian. While my sister married an Italian, that wasn’t on purpose; my brother and I didn’t go along with what they wanted. They bitched, but I ignored them because I didn’t care what they thought. Mateo looks more like me, but I can see Hanae in him too. Our twin daughters look like their mother with my green eyes. I rub her rounded belly. This fourth child was a huge surprise. While this child was a surprise, we are thrilled. She is currently four months along. Our daughters are thrilled to have a younger sibling, and Mateo was happy for us too.

“At least we know where she is at.” Hanae says.

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