"I'm counting down to three. If you don't appear right now Feliciano then I swear, I will eat all of your pasta for dinner," Luciano threatens. Huffing when he saw that his son didn't appear in front of him.
Despite his words, the man can't be called threatening with how a beautifully made rose crown was on top of his head. In his arms were filled with a folded-up blanket and a tiny stuffed white rabbit toy in one hand and the other was carrying a wooden picnic basket that was closed shut to avoid the insides from spilling.
Rather... it's more fitting if he would be called cute? The man can only roll his eyes at the soft giggles of his son coming from one of the bushes at the side. A small smile rising the tip of his lips when he heard the bushes rustle and saw the familiar white beret that the maid of his son put on top for their tiny lunch date.
Honestly, he thought he taught Feliciano better than to give himself away. Especially when the other had the intention of hiding himself from his papa.
"Three..." He counts down, slowly putting the items on the ground.
The carefree giggle echoed in the rose gardens and Luciano couldn't help but crouch down. Knees almost against the grass as he approaches the bush where the laughter was coming from.
"Twoo..." He warns, opening his arms in preparation.
Being closer to the greenery now, he can see his son had his back turned towards him. His small shoulders shaking and struggling to keep quiet judging from how his hands seemed to be closer to his face.
Luciano took a moment to stare at him. A soft almost unfamiliar feeling in his chest when he sees the way his son was willing to play with him. If it was three years ago, the child wouldn't even want to go out or leave his side.
"And one!" He rushed forward, diving into the bushes just in time to hear the squeal of his son when he tossed him into the sky. "Hide and Seek Feliciano?" He playfully frowns when he catches the other safely.
"Especially after lunch?" He furrows his eyebrows and his son laughs, smiling that bright smile while reaching out to hold his father by the neck. His son only nodded in response.
Rolling his eyes, Luciano tightened his hold around his son. "Remember that we have a meeting... people that your doctor wanted us to interact with..."
"That's today? Oh no! Papa! Let's go let's go! I don't want to be laaateeeeee!"
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ā§ Ask-Blog of a Father and Son
ā§ Human and living in a mansion
ā§ 37 years old and 6 years old respectively