….babyiloveyoubutseriouslywhatthefuck. i’mwritingyoutwo. ‘causeiwanna.
OHMYGODITHINKIJUSTGOTTHEPUNWHICHISHERNAMEIREALLYHOPEITWASINTENTIONAL
Pavi The Italian blinked open his eyes and laid for a moment, flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. It wasn’t right—wasn’t his. He turned his head to one side and the memories came flooding back, making sense of the whole evening. Pavishe had been very quiet about exactly why, but she had asked him to help her come babysit, and…he must have fallen asleep.
“Up’a see-daisy, gemella,” he teased. “You will’a miss school otherwise.”
Le SorelleHaving taken the girls on as his wards, Pavi felt an immense responsibility to make their first morning of…well, proper Largo living, really…as memorable as possible; flinging open the door to the room they had all shared that night (he had given them others, but the little one had insisted on having her sister nearby), he ushered in GENterns bearing breakfast trays of fresh-cooked food.