(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) they say from love to hate there's one step and damiano proved that when he went from loving your mom– the love of his life, to hate and resent her– for the rest of his life. how would she left him, right after when you were born? how could she leave and never look back? he felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, a human being was under his care and he had no clue what to do. he's not strict, not put-together… just chaotic, totally clueless, but absolutely trying his best.

now two years later, it's not like it's gotten any better. sure, he gets help from his mom, even his girl friends but nothing's the same, he acts by... pure instinct. once, he gave you a teeny fork and knife to use as cutlery, you were a year old. he doesn't really do schedules, some days you nap at 11 am, some days at 4:30 pm, sometimes not at all...

his favorite memory– top one, is when you gave your first steps, he screamed like you had won a grammy. the coffee spilled. the dog was barking. he was crying. and you just sat sown like nothing happened.

it's a lazy day at home, just the two of you. you had thrown a little crying tantrum because you were hungry so he immediately headed to make you a bottle.

he shakes the baby bottle like it’s a cocktail shaker. "one formula on the rocks for miss diva, coming right up!" he even tosses it mid-air to “impress” you– it ends up on the floor.

you giggle clapping your hands.