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[cloudy-rom]

icons of the 6 ocs that used to be my mains!

[haruka-e28]

The New Sunshine in our Lifes

Summary:They have gone through various obstacles, various battles, various enemies. Even the dilemmas of being in a poly relationship. Will they be able to deal with this new problem?

Giorno woke up slowly, squinting her green eyes against the daylight that filtered through the flowered drapes that hung from her window and soaked her bed, and consequently herself, in soft but beautiful shades of gold. The young blonde was lying in the middle of her bed, a huge four-poster monstrosity whose red velvet curtains were wide open for some unknown reason, surrounded by pillows and cushions; her body concealed by the silks of her sheets and the fabrics of her pajamas.

Anyone who walked in at that moment would have stared at the lovely scenery. She seemed something almost out of a painting, her face asleep, her sinuous body spread out on the surface of the bed framed by the fabrics of her beddings and her nightwears, with her golden hair loose like a silk veil, adorning the pillows of her bed.

The blonde buried her face from the light in the softness of her pillows, letting out a muffled grunt, trying to go back to sleep.

Today was one of her few days off, where she could afford to stay in bed for a while longer and enjoy the simple act of just being.

As always when a day off decided to stick its head out, it was a bit odd, letting her body get lost in her own desires, (especially those she used to disregard in favor of her obligations) and not have to struggle to keep the tiredness from the threads of her being. Doing all that and more instead of being torn from the pleasant world of dreams by an alarm that kept screaming in an obnoxious way, so much so that Giorno had learned to expect it and every day she woke up with a minute or several to spare so as not to have to hurt her ears with that hateful tone.

The clock in question had been an ironic but surprisingly useful gift from Mista who had found it in a shop he had passed after his many missions; a hideous frog-shaped plastic artifact that was programmed to pipe every morning and rip whoever was listening from their cozy rest. And despite how awful and shoddy it looked and how terrible its cream was, no one could deny that it was doing the job.

But that didn't matter today.

And so she could be allowed to bathe herself in the pleasure of sheer laziness and how it always felt incredible, being able to wrap her fingers in her slightly wrinkled sheets but so so soft and warm; to be able to breathe slowly against her pillow, and to have her groans stifled by their soft material.  All these feelings almost seemed to produce a kind of cocoon of tranquility and quietness around Giorno's body and mind and the blonde wanted to lose herself in that sensation for as long as possible.

One that she couldn't always afford to taste.

Fulfilling her dream had put a golden crown on her head and the weight of a country on her shoulders.

Something that would not change for the world but that she could not deny that it could become much harsher than she had envisioned. And for that very reason, the times when she didn't have to wrap herself in the command mantle and put on the leadership mask, where she just had to be Giorno and she could be vulnerable (or at least as vulnerable as she could handle to be) young lady of seventeen who spent time with her loved ones in peace instead of being the golden princess of the mafia who controlled the destiny of an entire country with an ice mask and a powerful stand.

But she could think of those things later.

The blonde thought that the only way she could have begun the morning in a better way, would have been with a different pair of lips pressing gently against hers, or perhaps a mischievous pair of hands running over her body as they tried to sneak inside of her nighties. Or better yet, the sound of a husky, sexy voice whispering things into her ear and gently pulling her out of her sleep. Nothing would have been better than that (except maybe waking up with a surprise between her legs.)

But unfortunately, all of her senses were telling her that she was alone in bed at that moment and she opened her eyes to confirm that fact.

Indeed, there was no one resting next to her, there was no one in the room, and no sound could be heard from the private bathroom.

Everything was calm and silent and Giorno could not detect any kind of sign that would suggest that any of her lovers were near. Most likely they had gotten up, careful not to wake her, keen as always to let her rest as much as possible. They were probably in the kitchen or dining room, enjoying Bruno's culinary delights.

Giorno rubbed her eyes with one hand, while she tried to recollect what had happened the night before.

She was somewhat distracted by the drowsiness but was almost certain that they had all gone to bed together the night before after a movie marathon as was common when they had one of their date nights. It was always difficult to organize one of those since everyone was always busy with something, especially her, so when these took place, no one wanted to ruin them under any circumstances. Watching movies was one of their favorite prospects but they also did other things like going out to eat or going to the opera. Maybe some recital if Trish was visiting.

Her memories were somewhat blurred since she had felt quite exhausted, even more than normal, but she had not wanted to wreck the evening so she had not said anything when her fatigue turned into an incipient headache when listening to Mista, Fugo, and Narancia discuss what film they were going to see while Abbacchio frowned at them and Bruno tried to conceal his smirk behind his hand. She remembered falling asleep at some point during the second film on Mista's shoulder and then waking up in the arms of Abbacchio who was carrying her to bed while in the background she could listen to Narancia's disappointed complaints about having to cut the night earlier than intended and Fugo's reprimands that he was immature and selfish who should have more concern for others. After that, she only remembered Bruno's soft words in her ear and a kiss on her forehead.

After that, warmth and darkness were her main recollections.

There were many things that had changed in the last two years since she had met Buccellati and the others, especially in their relationship (Who would have thought it was possible to fall in love about six times?). But Giorno was not entirely comfortable showing complete weakness and vulnerability in front of her lovers so she always tried to hide, even a small part, of how much things really affect her or when fatigue threatened to toss her on the ground.

Luckily (he couldn't stop thanking fate for that), but the others seemed to have a sixth sense (Bruno especially) since they always seemed to view through her walls and facades, and when they perceived that she had had a particularly bad day; they liked to let her sleep the next day and then pamper her to exhaustion.

Everything just to see her laugh.

And that's how she was napping in her bed, stirred by the soft warmth of the sun that seemed persistent on not letting her sleep, feeling pleasantly calm and a little sluggish. A soft growl coming from her belly was heard, sounding like a cry in the quietness of the room and she knew that her attempt to continue resting was definitely over. And so it was that, with a barely audible sigh and a hand that she brought to her face to rub her eyes and finish wiping away the drowsiness, that Giorno grudgingly slipped off the covers and sat on the side of her bed with all the purpose of looking for her slippers and putting on one of her silk gowns to go find her boyfriends and see what they were up to.

However, something got in the way of her plans.

For a moment, she thought that she had gotten up very fast and that was why she was feeling so light in her head and that was the reason why the room had started to spin but, strong pain in her stomach and a great wave of nausea hit her with the same force that a physical blow would have, leaving her even more disoriented and dizzy. Taking a deep breath and gathering all the strength she could, she staggered unsteadily to the bathroom, her slippers being forgotten beside her bed.

When she got there, she felt like her legs could no longer hold her weight and the blonde ended up collapsing, falling to her knees in front of the toilet, the carpet cushioning her. Giorno took a shaky breath as her hands gripped the bath mat, trying to regain some control over her body but that didn't seem to work much since she felt more queasy than she before.

Something inside her just didn't feel right.

And that was nothing new.

For a few weeks, she had felt dizzy and tired at random times of the day. At first, she had thought that it was due to the pressure of work since they had had several problems and difficult missions in a row and that always left consequences. She had also considered the possibility that one of her meals had gotten her ill or perhaps a simple disease. They hadn't ruled out poison but it was pretty unlikely considering how protected she was always and it couldn't be the work of an enemy stand because Requiem was permanently protecting Giorno so it must be something of a natural origin.

Bruno and Fugo had given her some time to see if she would improve on her own before having to drag her to see a doctor.

After a few days of being upset, she had felt a little better except that she was still exhausted but everyone thought the worst was passing.

They were all wrong as it seemed like it was coming back stronger than ever.

That thought made her head spin in panic despite her hazy sensation, as if she saw everything through a heavy layer of fog; the notion didnt waste any time in torturing her mind and making everything more complicated and that accentuating the symptoms she already felt.

The back of her neck felt gluey with sweat and she could feel her hair starting to stick to her face from the wetness. Her chest kept shaking in an uncomfortable and vaguely painful way. She swallowed instinctively, trying to shake off the developing lump that was forming in her throat. A new tide of nausea washed over her and she clutched the carpet tighter, forcing her eyes to close as she waited for it to pass once more like the others.

She hated all of this.

She really, she hated this.

Feeling so weak and sick.

Another wave followed and it was this one that ended up defeating her. She staggered forward, one hand to her mouth as she silently cursed herself for it. The vomiting had never been one of her popular actions and she knew that she had nothing in her body so she expected a truly painful experience if she surrendered to that demand. Vomiting on an empty stomach always left her cramping and aching after the act, it wasn't worth that much.

Her body seemed to not care much about that fact.

With a final convulsion, she jerked forward violently and a jet of yellow liquid shot out of her mouth and landed on the toilet.

It was quick and revolting and Giorno panted as she choked again, the sight of what had come out of her stomach made her feel even sicker.

The acrid smell of bile reached her nose and that only increased her dizziness and thus began a cycle that lasted for several minutes.

Tears came to her eyes from the pressure, and she wrapped a hand tightly around her waist as she felt the cramps rise; with the other, she was trying to get her hair out of the way since the last thing she wanted was to have to clean that disgusting substance from her hair.

At some point, she felt a pair of arms surround her, substituting her hand on her abdomen and the one that held her hair. For a brief moment, she thought with great shame that one of her boyfriends had come to help her, worried about her because she had not yet come down or alerted by the cries of pain that she had released. However, she was comforted when she saw the golden hands of her stand.

As always, Gold had shown up to help with these kinds of circumstances.

- "Thank you very much." - She said to her trusted comrade as she leaned against her stand, closing her eyes and trying to normalize her breathing to be able to recover her strength, now that the vomiting had stopped.

Her mouth had a repellent sour tang, her eyes felt puffy and her entire body felt feverish and sweaty. But the weight of her stand felt comforting against her back as did the hand that stroked her hair and the other, slightly shiny, that brushed her abdomen gently and made small circles against the fabric of her nighties.

Giorno allowed herself a few minutes of relaxation wondering what was happening in her body. Gold didn't seem to be worried but strangely happy, especially now that he couldn't stop stroking her belly.

The blonde had a few more seconds of blessed ignorance as she rested in the arms of her stand.

.

..

...

Then an idea appeared in her mind, destroying the calm she had felt just seconds before with the same force of a truck.

Giorno's eyes snapped open and her green gaze fell on the hands of her stand, entwined and laid placidly on her belly.

- "Shit." - Was all she said.

From that moment, the blonde entered something similar to an autopilot where she did the things of her daily routine such as taking a shower to get rid of the remains of vomit and sweat, and without having the slightest idea of how it had happened, the young girl was strolling down the stairs, fully dressed, hair combed and made up, face full of makeup heading to their private kitchen which was inside the special section of the huge mansion that served as both their home and the headquarters of Passione.

The ridiculously huge residency was arranged in such a way to be able to keep those two parts of everyone's life separate. And in that way, to be able to have the illusion, even fleeting, that they were normal people and not the characters who controlled the country, (and most of Europe) from the darknesses.

Giorno had strongly required on that when they settled into their new home.

After they had defeated Diavolo, Giorno, Bruno, and the rest of the gang had set about taking possession of everything that had previously belonged to the former boss, including his property. Among them, they chose a private villa on the outskirts of Naples with a ridiculously large mansion to serve their dual purpose and still have rooms to spare. The blonde had invested enough money to renovate it so that they would have a private wing to share that had its own kitchen and dining room in addition to their bedrooms and another, opulent and ostentatious enough to carry out her business and overwhelm ( and intimidate) all those who were part of her organization. They all had an office in each of the wings to carry out their tasks except Narancia and Mista who had preferred to set up a huge room for games and entertainment where they spent most of their free time.

In addition to the mansion, the villa had other luxuries such as a huge swimming pool with a small flat included, a shooting range, and a huge garage to store an army of cars among other things.

Needless to say, all the members were more than enjoying the advantages of their new position.

Walking through the corridors and down the stairs, Giorno thought it was ludicrous to think that one of her boyfriends could have been able to hear the groans that she had let out when she was in the bathroom, a tragic result of the deplorable state of mind in which she was at that moment. And the girl was also aware that she was concentrating on that so as not to have to think about the obvious problem that she had in her hands.

Or rather in her belly.

But God, she really didn't know what to do.

Giorno Giovanna, master of the poker face, an expert in keeping her emotions hidden in an extraordinary way, a watcher of everything that surrounded her, the young woman with the impossible golden dream that she forced to become reality with the sheer force of her will...

...did not know how to deal with this.

She knew she had options...

That if she needed to, she could go out right now, take care of the quandary, and pretend it never occurred. If she wanted, not a word on the matter would have to come out of her mouth. She was the most powerful woman in Italy, she could deal with this without causing a scandal. She, too, knew that it was an option to give the supposed baby up for adoption and after making sure that she left them in a good home. Raising them herself wasn't out of the question either. She had the resources and a group of loving boyfriends who will not hesitate to take care of the child and give them all the love and affection in the world.

In short, she knew she had options.

The problem was, her mind didn't seem to want to work at the moment. She couldn't even believe what was happening was real; much less thinking was what she wanted to do. Her emotions were mixed, her mind was running too dashing, exploring a thousand options at the same time but not really processing any. Her insecurities mixed with her fears, making her shift every second, showing each path as an almost impossible prospect to follow.

And worst of all, her trauma was screaming at her a million things in her parents' voices, making her doubt, even more, demeaning her and reminding her that she wasn't worth much, to begin with, and she wouldn't do it now when there was concrete proof of her lack of judgment and her corruption.

Who was in a sexual relationship with five men at the same time? Who was stupid enough not to take precautions not to get pregnant?

The voices of her mother and stepfather echoed with a thousand questions and the eternal murmur that sounded in the background, like the incessant dripping of a broken tap.

Useless ... useless ... useless ... useless ...

Muda...

The only thing that really occurred to her was to talk to her boyfriends and that they will help her decide what to do. After all, one of them was partially responsible for her condition and they deserve to have an opinion on the topic. Giorno believed that it was the most appropriate thing to have a conference and discuss it together, she owed them that, out of respect for the relationship they had and the feelings they all shared ...

Right?

Although she couldn't dispute that the prospect of having this discussion with the men in her life was frightening her far more than the battle she had with Diavolo years ago. Not knowing how they were going to respond, what they were going to think of her, what words were going to come out of their mouths, and what looks were going to form in their eyes, had her terrified in a way that she had not been, since before she met the gangster who it had shaped her life.

A part of her subconscious, which was gaining more and more force, the one that talked with that same tone that she sometimes listened in her nightmares, was telling her that this was all a dangerous idea, that she was going to end up alone, dipped in tears and having to take care of the predicament herself, that none of them would care in the least, that it was best to go take care of the dilemma herself before the others noticed out and simply dismiss her as the useless thing that really she was, all for daring to bring them that problem, something else that she had forced on them; something else they would be obliged to deal with, one more hindrance in the long list of complications that she had already caused them up to that point.

As she neared the kitchen and could hear the sounds of the voices of the rest of the men she lived with and shared her heart, Giorno tried to disregard those voices. After all, she knew them better than anyone in the world and she knew that none of them would be able to do any of those things.

All of them knew perfectly what implied to be in a relationship with her and after years of listening to their declarations of love and all that had spent together up to that moment it was hard to imagine some kind of situation where they would leave her alone, especially in this condition.

However, that didn't change the fact that she was extremely frightened about having this conversation.

When she stopped thinking for a moment she realized that she was already in front of the private kitchen entrance, the one they used when they were only the six of them. Normal size, decorated in a simple and cozy way.

A place that everyone used without fail.

Bruno and Mista were the best cooks and those who were in charge of making most of the group's meals, Fugo spent time baking cakes and other sweets as part of his therapy to control his bad temperament, Narancia lived there grabbing sandwiches and stealing food like the good thief that he was, Giorno and Abbacchio were constantly preparing their favorite hot drinks (coffee and tea respectively) without which they said they could not function as normal human beings.

She was scared, very scared. But also, was aware that if she didn't speak now, she wouldn't be able to do it anymore.

Giorno stood for a moment in front of the door, listening to the voices or rather screams (Narancia and Fugo seemed to be in an argument as ever), letting their mere proximity calm her a bit and concentrate her on the moment. She was hiding as best she could the apprehensions behind the mask of her, trying to appear a calm that she didn't really feel but knew that if she showed that she was really scared things would be even more complicated; since given the chaotic and violent that her boyfriends were they would become uneasy and could not even discuss the subject and Giorno knew that her nerves would not be able to resist that type of stress.

Taking a deep breath, the young woman joined them.

The sight that greeted her as she entered did not surprise her in the slightest, it was so ordinary and domestic that its familiarity almost threatened to break her mask of composure as she felt the burning of tears in her eyes (damn hormones!). They were so into what they were doing that they didn't seem to have noticed that she had entered. The young woman took the opportunity to observe them in their natural setting before they underwent the catastrophe that was the bomb that Giorno was about to throw at them.

Mista was arguing with the Sex Pistols, who apparently had decided that they deserved more food than their user gave them and were protesting about it; Fugo and Narancia were arguing or rather yelling (and seemed about to hit each other) about how much math homework Fugo has been giving Narancia; Buccellati seemed to be busy pouring himself juice as he had a huge glass pitcher in his hands and Abbacchio was calm with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

The blonde coughed discreetly to get their attention.

- "Good morning." - She said with a slight smile, trying to sound as relaxed as she could.

And that seemed to work as everyone greeted her normally.

The Sex Pistols stopped arguing with Mista and rushed over to her, waving enthusiastically and rubbing against her face like they were a group of excited puppies. A few seconds later, Narancia was next to her giving her a kiss and a hug that almost took her breath away, and began to argue with the bullets that they had no right to seize the blonde's attention while they began to protest that Narancia was meaner than Mista.

Giorno judged it was better to leave them and not interrupt such a bizarre fight so she marched to the table, leaving the noise behind, and took a seat.

- "Hello, lovely." - Mista greeted her at the same time that he could finally eat in peace, now that his stand was not bothering him anymore. Still, he took a moment to grab Giorno's hand and give her a quick kiss.

Abbacchio gave her a display of recognition and continued reading his book without much fuss. The blonde just gave him a sardonic smirk.

- "Good morning, Giogio .-" Fugo told her as he also studied a book that he had open on the table but at least he gave her a smile before getting lost in the pages. - "I hope you slept well, you were pretty tired last night."

Giorno did not hesitate to answer.

- "I slept very well. Thanks for your concern." - She answered honestly, giving her a smile of her own.

The blonde was not lying when she said that she had slept quite well. The problems had started when she had awoken so she was not being disingenuous with her statements.

Fugo gave her another smile a little more bashful by her compliment with his face turning an adorable red color, he returned to his book. The blonde couldn't help but think that his shyness was charming, always present even after everything that had happened between them; especially seeing the contrast between his pale skin and his flushed cheeks.

He was extremely cute.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a blue mug with painted ladybug details, filled to the top with black coffee (her favorite) was placed in front of her. Giorno looked up and met Bruno's blue eyes, who gave her a warm smile.

- "I'm glad to know that you're much better" -He told her as he gave her a kiss on the top of her head- "We've been worried about you lately."

The blonde felt like a lump was forming in her stomach and, Giorno tried to swallow to ease it but found that her throat was strangely dry. As she thought about what to say, she could feel arms around her neck, arms thin but strong and relatively muscular. She, then felt lips press against her cheek and the critical smell of Narancia reached her nose.

- “Yes, we were very worried! I'm glad to know you're fine!. "

The violet-eyed young man gave her a bright smile and then sat down next to Mista to try to steal some of his food and try to provoke a reaction from Abbacchio with mean jokes and childish provocations. The blonde hoped all of this didn't end in a fight that would prevent her from telling them the news about her. She hoped that Bruno could keep the most mischievous member of the gang under control.

Speaking of the older man, she could feel his gaze on her person. It was more than obvious that the brunette was examining her with his gaze, looking for signs that she was still sick, and surely he was startled that the blonde had not yet taken her coffee cup. Giorno Giovanna's love for coffee was well known and it was not uncommon for the blonde to have at least two cups during her breakfast. To avoid raising suspicions, the blonde turned her attention to her cup, bringing it to her lips and taking a tentative sip. The scent of her didn't sit well on her, making her stomach growl in protest; however, the slight taste that she could feel on her tongue tasted like heaven.

Especially since she suspected that this was going to be her last cup in a long time.

That little sip of coffee ran down her throat like a rock and the blonde had to hide a groan to avoid attracting attention.

No one seemed to notice, each of them was too involved in their affairs (Bruno was giving Narancia a warning look) but this little detail made her realize that she needed to have that conversation because she knew that she was not going to be able to hide this forever and being honest, she was not quite willing to do it in addition to everything else she had to deal with.

-"We need to talk."

Giorno thought it was best to be as direct as possible, especially before she lost her resolve.

Her statement earned her the gaze of everyone present, whose level of interest in what she had to say could be seen in their eyes. It was an interesting gradient that ran from those who were interested, merely curious, bored but paying attention, and indifferent. Everyone present was waiting to see what she said, looking at her with those eyes, expectant.

All eyes were on her and for the first time in a long time, Giorno hated being the center of attention.

She felt small and insignificant.

No one thought about it because she used to move around people with an attitude and bearing that made you feel like you were looking at a giant but she was small. Giorno has always been relatively small, with narrow hips, normal-sized breasts, and fibrous muscles, delicate but strangely strong like a wild cat. She had always concealed the seeming weakness of her body with a lot of attitude and confidence.

And that had always worked for her.

But here, at that moment, surrounded by the gazes of the people she loved so much, she felt strangely dwarfed; not just small. Weak, you might say. As weak as Giorno Giovanna could afford to be, but weak nonetheless.

-"Is there something in particular you needed?" - asked Bruno, oblivious to her internal turmoil.

It was the moment of the truth.

- "Here we go." - She said to herself mentally.

Giorno unconsciously adopted the same posture that she used when she was in a meeting with her subordinates. It was something familiar and it made her feel safe. But her body was too rigid and tight, and she wished she could relax a bit, and she didn't want to seem so distant talking about such an important topic with the persons she considered the loves of her life so she changed to a more neutral and relaxed composure.

Without anyone noticing, she lowered her hands to her lap and began to squeeze the fabric of her uniform skirt in her hand.

-"I think ..."- She started to say but her voice sounded too brash to her ears, too vulnerable for her liking.

Her indecision seemed to attract everyone's attention and Giorno could see how Bruno, Fugo, and even Mista began to have worried lines on their brows.

Which it was to be expected.

Words were Giorno's exclusive domain.

She cleared her throat.

- "I ..." - She tried again, and again her throat felt dry as a desert - "I think it is ..."

And again she got stuck. Her mind began to scream at her, further complicating the task.

Just say it, damn it! What's the matter, Giovanna? They have the right to know!

-"I ..."

They all seemed to notice how hard it was for her to speak, but none seemed very willing to speak.

Giorno didn't know if that was good or bad.

Meanwhile, the voice in her mind didn't even give her a breath.

Why can't you say it ?! Since when are you such a coward ?!

Useless, useless, useless, YOU ARE A USELESS!!!

MUDAAA !! !

-"I think…"

This time it was not her insecurity that interrupted but another voice.

- "Giorno, shit."-Abbacchio said, frustration and anger showing smoothly in his voice- "If you don't say it soon, I have better things to do than listen to your nonsensical murmurs."

Giorno watched as Bruno opened his mouth to challenge the silver-haired man but strangely, Abbacchio's cold tone was what she needed to be able to take the half step forward.

-"I think I'm pregnant."

The only sound that was heard after that was that of a glass jar falling to the floor.

- "Are you missing something in there? I'm dying here!"

- "No! Narancia already told you, a thousand times I must add, that we are going to notify you when it is ready!"

- "Puff!"

- "Narancia! You gloat so much about being older but you always act like a child! Go sit down and show some respect, by God!"

-Don't be a hypocrite Fugo! You pretend to be mature but you are dying to know it too! You haven't stopped moving around and biting your nails since they got into the bathroom! "

-"Shut up!"

- "Don't worry Panni, I'm all eager to know the results."

- "Speak for yourself, Mista."

- "Damn it, Abba!

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

- "How much more do you need to know ?!"

- "Narancia !!!

- "I can't do it if you are acting  like that!"

- "This is not the time to act like a princess, Giovanna."

- "Leone / Abba!"

- "Gish."

Leone just rolled his eyes and took a sip from his cup of tea that he had brought from the kitchen and made himself more comfortable on the couch. From that place, he could see how Fugo's patience reached its limit and had put Narancia in a lock on his neck to force him to stay still while the boy struggled and screamed to be released. Mista would have helped him, or at least she would have laughed at the situation but he kept looking at the pieces of wood as his leg kept shaking. Abbacchio, who was hiding the trembling of his hands behind a porcelain cup, could understand it perfectly.

The question was how they had come to this.

How had everyone, except Bruno and Giorno, ended up looking at the doors of a bathroom as if it contained the answers of the universe?

After Giorno broke the news about her “issue” and all witnesses regain the ability to think clearly (Fugo literally fainted) Bruno started yelling orders, hoping to control the chaos even a little. The least he needed now was for everyone to start yelling, arguing, and fighting among themselves, losing sight of the subject they had to deal with at all costs and the most important thing, at least at that moment, that those idiots made Giorno more nervous.

Which, it was possible to add, seemed about to start crying and it was more than obvious that she needed a moment to calm down and clear her mind, and Bruno, as her boyfriend and second in command, had a duty to provide that respite.

So he sent Mista and Narancia (the ones who seemed to vibrate since they had heard the news and kept talking about whatever came to mind) to the pharmacy to get a certain item, crucial to confirm what the blonde had just said. Fugo had to go and get general pregnancy knowledge at the library in case they really had a baby (or god forbid babies) on the way. The older one asked him this because it was obvious that the albino needed something to occupy himself with since his mind seemed to have made a short circuit and he kept looking at the blonde (and her belly) as if a second head had emerged or something. Leone was assigned to make tea for everyone, surprisingly the silver-haired one seemed to be the calmest and he just nodded and went to work.

When the three of them had a hot cup in their hands, Bruno and Giorno had a little chat, under the watchful eye of Abbacchio. The blonde, more than anything, told them about her suspicions while Bruno asked her some and other questions and made Gold appear (the stand that could detect life, it had to be highlighted) and made him touch her belly which did the hands of the stand made glow. For some strange reason, Abbacchio and Bruno's look of surprise was powerful enough to break through Giorno's mental walls and cause her to let out a slight sob, as she apologized for what had happened.

When the Capo saw that, he couldn't control his emotions and ran to hug Giorno. He took the young girl between his arms and began to dry her tears with kisses all over her face, assuring Giorno that none of this was her fault, that those things used to happen and that, together, they were going to deal with the matter. That made the blonde only cry more intensely and that she ended up hiding her face on Bruno's chest while he stroked her head and murmured words of encouragement. Surprisingly, Abbacchio joined in the consolation effort, taking the blonde's hand and gently stroking it as he looked away, saying nothing.

At some point, Fugo returned, with a pile of books in his hand, which he quickly put aside, to rest his head on Giorno's lap.

That was how Narancia and Mista found them and did not hesitate to join the pile.

And from there they ended up in the current situation.

Everyone in the room they shared waiting for the results of the pregnancy tests that they had brought from the pharmacy. Bruno had gone into the bathroom with Giorno to give her moral support while the others had stayed outside, waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

And waiting.

And obviously, some could control their impatience better than others.

After a long moment where the only thing that could be heard were the moans that came from Narancia's mouth and the growls that the albino of the group let out, the door opened and the two occupants were seen. Everyone paid attention to the faces of their lovers to try to see what the results had been, Bruno seemed pleased and Giorno had the same mask of calm indifference as always.

It was difficult to know what had transpired in the bathroom.

Bruno accompanied Giorno to the bed, Mista and Narancia gave them space to move and urged the blonde to sit on it. The aforementioned did as told while did not stop looking at what she had in her hands. The brunette also had something in his hands, one of the pregnancy tests and he showed them to the rest of the group, not being able to hide the happiness in his eyes.

The test clearly showed a positive sign.

That prompted different reactions from everyone who was present.

Bruno was the one who seemed the happiest of all, his smile was so bright that he could blind anyone and kept muttering plans, ideas, moving from here to there.

This was not surprising since it was not a secret how important he regarded family and now, after spending a long time, he was finally going to have one of his own (a biological one at least) and the prospect of having a baby in his arms seemed to make him so happy that it seemed that his body did not seem to be able to contain the joy that the man was feeling at that moment.

Mista and Narancia seemed just as happy as Bruno but instead of making plans, the two young men did not lose time in surrounding Giorno and getting at the height of her belly (which, following their fashion sense, was exposed) to which they began to cover with kisses and caresses. They both looked at that part of her anatomy as if it were the first time, with such affection and intensity that they seemed to expect the baby to appear by sheer force of will. When they got tired of kissing and caressing that piece of skin, the two of them started talking to the baby.

They didn't seem to care that their words escaped from their mouths so fast that it was difficult to understand them or that their murmurs were tangled with what the other was saying.

- “... and the best part is that you will have a whole group of fathers who will take care of you! You will not miss anything, you will see! You are going to be the best care baby in all of Italy!"

Mista said while he caressed delicately the belly with his fingers. He was so excited that even the Sex Pistols had appeared and were dancing in the air, congratulating their user and teasing him at the same time.

- "... I always wanted to have a large family and now, I can finally have one!" Confessed the brunette with violet eyes with tears in his eyes but with a huge smile as he rubbed his cheek against Giorno's belly.

Fugo reacted quite differently from the others.

Panic began to overrun him and he must have taken a seat on one of the individual sofas while he stared at the expensive rug that adorned the ground of the room. It was more than apparent that he was pondering about his bad family experiences and how that would transpose into his capacity to care for a living being, especially one that had his blood running through their veins.

He was the only one who didn't seem too pleased with the idea of an infant in his life.

Leone could surmise his fears since he had several similar ones.

However, the former cop was not overly concerned with his own feelings on the matter.

Or at least he couldn’t be concerned with them.

As he was too busy looking at Giorno and her reaction.

Or rather her lack of one.

Ever since she had come out of the bathroom, she kept looking at the test, as if hoping that the result would magically change. She was so focused on that task that she wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on around her. She did not seem to notice that the pair of madmen were doing with her gut, nor that she was listening to Bruno's plans about teaching the infant to fish when they grew up, nor did she seem to realize that Fugo was on the verge of a panic attack.

Her gaze was both focused on the plus sign and at the same, far, far away.

And no one seemed to notice that fact.

Leone Abbacchio could admit that Giorno was not his favorite person in the world but that contrary to what most people might think, he did love the girl in the same way that he loved all his partners and had their well-being as one of his so many priorities.

So it was his duty to intervene before things got any more out of control.

- "I think every one is getting too far ahead and forgetting an important detail" - He said with a cold and serious voice, getting up from his seat and giving everyone a hard look.

His tone was set with disappointment.

That seemed to burst the bubble everyone was in, even Giorno's as all eyes fell on him.

Everyone seemed confused at his words and the former cop had to hold back the desire to roll his eyes at the obvious ignorance everyone was displaying. It was a bad sign when he was the one who had the duty to be the adult in the situation.

How he hated having to be the adult in any situation.

As always, Bruno was the one who took the initiative to confront him, which few dared to do, and was one of the reasons why he had fallen in love with the man.

- "What do you mean, Leone?"

- "Just that everyone is busy thinking about their sugary fantasies that they are forgetting an important detail." - He told them hoping that the idiots would realize what they were overlooking. -"Things are not usually that simple."

Those words seemed to awaken something in Fugo as the albino did not hesitate to join the conversation with a passion rarely seen in the young man.

- "Abba is right! There are many things that none of you are thinking!

-"Like what?"-Narancia snapped.

The violet-eyed young man did not seem too happy with the course of the conversation and that feeling seemed to be shared by the rest of his companions.

Neither appeared to understand why both Fugo and Abbaccachio were focusing only on the negative, ruining the party as always, when they had such happy news in their hands.

Group of idiots.

(Yes, including Buccellati)

- "A child is a great responsibility and the mafia is not a good environment to raise a newborn." - Fugo replied through clenched teeth, barely containing his anger.- Do you really think this place is a good place to raise an infant? They could be used against us too, we can't forget that little detail.

That wave of logic and reality seemed to wash over everyone, no matter how much they didn't want to and seemed to make them think about the entanglements that they were neglected, lost in their illusions. On the one hand, it was good that they focused on all perspectives, not just the positives.

However, it was not what Abbacchio was talking about and that made him furious.

- "That's not what I meant, fool."

The silver-haired man walked decisively (determinedly ignoring the others and concentrating on his goal)to where Giorno was and then pushing Narancia and Mista away with a threatening look; then took their place, kneeling in front of her. The man, using a delicacy few had the luxury of appreciating, took the blonde's hand and made her drop the test and lay it on the bed.

The others seemed to realize that something of vital importance was about to happen as none of them said a word. Even Fugo who seemed eager to break something when he had heard that the man had called him an idiot, looked strangely calm.

In a way, it seemed like everyone was holding their breath.

- "What I meant was this" - Said the man looking the blonde in the eyes, trying to play as understanding and empathetic as he could- "What do you want, Giorno? Do you want a child? Don't you want them? ? I know you are fearful of how others will react but that should not matter, this is your choice."

Bruno, Narancia, Fugo, and Mista, finally, seemed to realize what they were missing in that room and had the decency to look at each other in embarrassment. Bruno even blushed when he realized that he had overlooked an extremely important detail. They had all been so pleased(or worried), on their own in their own plans and wishes that they had overlooked that there was one more person in the equation, a person who had not yet said what she thought of the situation and whose opinion was objectively the most important of all.

Trying to remedy the situation a bit and the great oversight they had committed, the remaining members surrounded Giorno to let the disoriented blonde know that she had their undivided support and that they were willing, once, to follow her lead.

That they trusted that she knew was the best to do this time in this circumstance.

- "What I want?" - She asked confusedly, moving her head sideways as if she could not grasp the true meaning of the question.

Almost fearfully, she was passing her emerald gaze to each of the people who were around her, as if trying to discern if they kept the answer to the difficult question inside of them.

She did not find the answer but that did not imply that what she saw had disappointed her.

-"Yes."

- "Your decision is the most important of all."

- "We will do what you want, Giogio."

- “Right, Gio! No matter what you decide to do, we will be with you! "

- "We are with you lovely, through thick and thin."

Giorno groaned in defeat and put her hands to her stomach.

- “I really don't know what I want. The idea of a family never crossed my mind, especially that of having a baby. I never thought I would be a mother and honestly, I don't think I can be a good one. "

Her eyes looked incredibly sad and her voice had a tinge of sadness that could break anyone's heart.

Everyone nodded upon hearing those words, some with evident sadness upon hearing what seemed to be an obvious rejection towards her condition, especially sounding so sad and resigned. Hearing her say those words was not something that made everyone happy, although for different reasons, some because the idea of being a parent was really something they would like to experience, others because they could not bear that level of sadness coming out of the mouth of a person who they loved so much.

(And even if neither of them wanted to admit it, they couldn't help feeling somewhat relieved.)

When everyone was about to let Giorno know that she was okay to feel this way and that they could always find a solution, the blonde continued speaking.

And this time she did it with a smile, a bit watery but a smile after all.

- “But I also know that everyone wants this and your happiness is important to me. So if I can count on your support, I think this may be a blessing in disguise. "

The young woman's words took them by surprise.

- "Are you sure?" - Bruno wanted to know.

The blonde nodded.

In no time, she found herself in the middle of a huge pile of hugs.

(Yes, Abba included).