#marcello lomazzo

[veronika--auditore]

@marcello-lomazzo

Veronika had remained completely silent, from the moment the doctor had given her the news. She had been silent in the car, on the ride home from the hospital, and now she sat silently in the kitchen. Her eyes were red as she leaned against the island in the kitchen, trying to wrap her head around everything that was going on.

The doctor had told her that she should try and relax, but the last thing Ronnie felt herself capable of doing at the moment was relaxing. There were too many thoughts running through her mind. She pressed her hands to her face, rubbing her eyes. Someone had to say something. Anything.

“I told you we were having a boy...” her voice trailed off as she crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her head to look over at Marcello.

[veronika--auditore]

(PRIVATE, FUCK OFF MOM & DAD)

@marcello-lomazzo

“He’s alive! And really cute. Have I mentioned really cute?”

[veronika--auditore]

@marcello-lomazzo

“Please tell me you went to your suit fitting. Because I have too many other things to be worrying about and adding anything else will without a doubt qualify me for the psych ward...”

[alessia--auditore]

[voicemail] Hello, Miss Auditore. Ronnie probably told you this, but I thought I'd personally let you know that I've arrived few days ago. Let me know if I can be of assistance. Looking forward to seeing you. Have a nice day.

[veronika--auditore]

“Alright, pizza is on it’s way, bottle of wine for Sofia, beer in the fridge for the husband, and iced tea for me,” Vero said out loud, but mostly to herself. “And I thought I couldn’t host a dinner party.” 

Ronnie had tried to move as many of the boxes as she could in order to make the kitchen and living room look less like a disaster. Glasses and plates were laid out on the kitchen table, along with napkins and anything else Vero had thought would be necessary. She wanted this night to go as smoothly and as well as possible. Ronnie had spent the better part of the day assuring herself that she had no reason to be nervous. Hearing the sound of a light knock at the door, Ronnie took a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine.

“Sofia’s here!” Ronnie shouted up the stairs at the top of her lungs before double checking to make sure the sweatshirt she was baggy enough to cover her stomach. She really didn’t think she was far enough along to illicit any kind of questions, but it never hurt to be prepared. Walking over towards the front door, Vero opened it and smiled.

“Look, it’s my favoritest nephew in the whole entire world!” Ronnie said with smile before glancing over at her best friend. “Oh, I’m glad you could make it, too!” Vero laughed as she stepped aside to allow Sofia and Andy inside. 

[veronika--auditore]

Oh, look! It’s the guy on the couch. The guy on the couch who can even buy the right flavor of ice cream!

[veronika--auditore]

@Marcello [private]

“I don’t care about the color of the wood, just send the stupid listing over and I’ll tell you if it’s a yes or no.”

Veronika hung up and slammed her phone down onto the table. She was entirely certain if she had to speak to one more realtor that day she’d actually haul off and kill someone. Ronnie had forgotten how difficult find a house actually was. Especially considering this time around, she had a whole other person to have to consult on the matter. A knock at the door served to quickly pull her out of her own thoughts. All of the dogs started barking at once and Ronnie let out a giant groan.

“Hush!” she shouted as she made her way towards the door. “Stop barking or I swear to God I’m having you all sent to the fucking kennel!” Her patience had been running entirely too thin recently, more so than usual.

She grabbed the door knob, ready to tell off whatever annoyance behind the door. “Look, what you’re selling I don’t wa-,” her sentence was cut off when she recognized the familiar face. Her scowl slowly turned upward into a smile. She wasted no time and reached out to wrap him arms around him.

“Hi.”

[veronika--auditore]

How's married life treating Veronika? :)

As of right now, things are going well.

I don’t really want to go into too much detail until we actually have a Marcello because I don’t want to plot a whole bunch of stuff out without the other player involved. Because I’m a thoughtful af.