Thread: Arrivederci Amico. A son's final goodbye (Malicious Lullaby&Bigbadvoodoodaddy.)

Santini smiled at him and she nodded. I appreciate that Signor. Thank you. She said softly and watched as he ate. He was with such gusto, she had no doubt that he was a natural born and bred Italian man. When he finished, Santini was in the middle of cleaning up and looked to him as he started talking about Sophie. She smiled an adoring smile when he confessed to having feelings of love towards her and she shook her head. She wanted to speak out, saying he didnt even know her but who was she to complain? Any man could fall easily for Sophie. With what shes been through and having pulled through it and still able to smile and offer love, warmth and kindness, even to a Carusone? She was a strong girl. Santini was proud. Like a big momma proud of her youngin. Well She began, not even going to try to ward him off helping her. She knew itd be of no use and if he wanted to make himself of some use, well then shed be glad for the help. She was used to not being able to talk some sense into healing ones or pregnant ones. Even if she was six months pregnant, Sophie still tried to help around. Wiping her hands on her apron, she moved to the fridge and pulled out her famous Tiramisu and took out two plates. She cut him a big slice before doing the same for herself and pushed it to him. Let me tell you about my Sophie. She even spoke like a proud mother. Her mother died after she born, right after childbirth, only getting to hold the little one before she succumbed to her sickness. That was when her father, Don Corleone, she said, accidentally slipping and not even realizing it. hired me to care for Sophie when he could not be there. He was always a very busy man but managed well and never let Sophie feel she was not loved. He adores her. She said softly, taking a bite of her dessert and once more proud of her skills to make a killer tiramisu. When she was eighteen, she met and married Alberto Caruso. She was infatuated with him, so in love. He seemed promising. Until not even six months into their marriage, he started to beat her, abuse her, rape her even. She said softly. I did not know until after she asked her father for a divorce. She said softly. Around that time, she found out she was pregnant as well. And well, being Don Corleone, he took care of the bastard in the only way he knew. When someone messes with the precious daughter or precious child of any Corleone, the only suitable punishment She paused and then ran her finger over her neck, in a slit-throat motion so Bart could know just what happened to Alberto. He was killed. But he deserved it because he nearly killed Sophie. Anyways, now shes here. She lives with her father but often comes here. This is her house, in her name. She spent most of her pregnancy in her fathers home, also going to therapy to help her after her marriage. It was a devastation for her because she did love the bastard. She shook her head. But she insisted upon coming here for the rest of her term, to give birth even. She said softly. She has a lot to give. She likes just about anything. What she doesnt like are cheaters, liars and men who say they are one thing but end up being another. She said softly. And I think if shes able to look passed the fact youre a Carusone, Im sure you can look passed the fact shes a Corleone. She realized now she let it slip. But now she wasnt afraid. Because if he couldnt love Sophie even if she was a Corleone, then he didnt deserve her.