I have run out of time. I have lost it all. So I can't work fast enough to catch up. I can't run fast enough to catch up. And the only thing that catches me up is doing my magic act.
summary: you and your daughter needed silence after the day has passed. it wasn’t going to be easy when your husband finally arrived home, late and loud with his friends
word count: 0.9k (938 words)
warnings: forced marriage, loveless marriage - in a way, not entirely, cursing, arguing, ends in fluff and soft!sonny
a/n: i watched godfather for the first time and now I have so many ideas for this man I will go insane if I don’t write them. cheers everyone.
You had just finished cleaning up. Kitchen, dining room and living room. Your slippers dragged against the tiles, getting you on the second floor of your home. The day hasn’t been too long, but you needed rest.
Then the front door banged open, wrecking the peace you were hoping to use as a sleeping pill. The loud voices were of your husband and his friends.
You two married because he knocked you up in the first night. Neither families were happy, but they weren’t going to let the baby live in separated households. So the only solution was to put a ring on your finger and get you two a house.
It has been three years since you officially became a part of the Corleone family and nothing changed between you and Santino. You weren’t in love. You were suppose to be a one night thing. Fun for the night, forgotten in the morning. But the growing human in your belly changed that.
He was still out of the house most days. He is just 21 after all. And considering his family business, from what you had seen, they took it very seriously so it was no surprise.
Still you would appreciate that even if you didn’t have the standard love husband and wife have, at least he wouldn’t barge in his own house like he is a policeman looking for the criminal.
You sighed, looking down the stairs, only seeing the shadows of the commotion. Your daughter was asleep in her room and you held your fingers together for her to be in a deep slumber. The kind that would be clueless to the on-going noise.
You stood still for a little while, waiting, maybe they’d shut up. Maybe Sonny would remember what time it was.
BAM! More shouting. Laughter booming off their drunken mouths and your blood boiled. Coming into your home and causing such noise? Not going to slide.
You stomped down, to the dining room, where they had nested their jabbering asses.
“Santino!“
Everyone stopped, only to nod at you. Your husband turned to the side in which he heard you call him. A glass of red in his hand, still grinning from some joke one of his guys told. But the second he saw your face, the grin turned wary. “What? What now?”
“What the fuck do you mean ‘what now’?” You snapped angrily. Was he really starting it? “You think it’s okay to barge in like this? Loud as hell, like this ain’t a home?”
He frowned his eyebrows, his friends all shared a bottle around as they paid attention to your argument. “It’s my house ain’t it? I’m not allowed to bring my guys in for a drink?!”
You came closer to him, almost getting up and personal. “Not when you come in like you are about to perform a brawl!”
“Oh my bad, did I interrupt your beauty sleep?” he shot back, waving a hand dismissively. You were on the brink of losing your cool.
“Clarissa is sleeping upstairs. You want her to wake up?” the mention of your daughter hit him like he got smacked in the face. The guilt fell across his face immediately. He got serious, turning around, voice sharpening.
“Everybody out.”
Your shoulders relaxed as the men started standing up at Sonny’s command. You were glad mentioning your daughter got to him.
You went into her room, as your husband escorted the men out of the door. She was thankfully still sleeping, curled up, peaceful in her little bed. Her chubby hand held onto the stuffed teddy bear her father brought her back from Jersey last week. You fixed the blanket, covering her leg which laid to the far side.
The careful footsteps in the hallway indicated Sonny was back to his senses. His shadow showed on the doorway, waiting to hear how your baby girl is.
“She is asleep.” Hearing that he entered inside the room. “I’m sorry.” His voice came in low, much different from how it was downstairs.
“I didn’t mean to. I was just—I was just gonna have a couple of guys here for a little and…” he trailed off. Then he approached, you couldn’t see the look on his face directly, but you knew it was soft and calm. He stopped in front of you, gently taking your shoulders with a warm touch.
“I know I fucked up. I do,” he said, sounding ready to do anything to fix his actions. “But I swear, I would never do it on purpose, especially to cause disturbance to Clari.” You blinked, acknowledging his words, he wouldn’t, that’s for sure, Santino is a good-meaning and loving father. That couldn’t be denied even if forced, which made you very glad.
“I’m tired,” you admitted. “and don’t want us fighting.”
“I know, Y/n,” he said, his thumbs brushing your arms. “C’mere.” He pulled you in, arms wrapping around. You let yourself melt into it. After a long minute, he kissed the side of your head. Despite everything, you are the mother of his daughter. It mattered to him to have you taken care of.
“C’mon. Let’s go to bed, yeah? I’ll rub your back.”
You smirked just a little. “You’re not gettin’ laid.”
He snorted. “I want wanna lie down with my wife. That’s all.” You let him lead you out of the room, his hand warming your lower back. You were glad that if you had to be married to a man because you got pregnant, it was Sonny. You knew that no matter what he will always love your daughter and with her you.
