The household was a mess. Your youngest son Ernesto, only 9 months of age, was wailing on his father’s lap, demanding his mother’s breast. He wouldn’t drink formula, he wouldn’t take in pacifier, and he wouldn’t accept milk bottles either. Damiano had checked his diaper too and it was try. Ernesto was only being picky. The two older sons, Valerio (9) and Ercole (7) were fighting over who was the better son, who was stronger, and then over their toy cars, on who would get which automobile only to end up bickering again. All while the third child, Lodovico, sat in a corner drawing, fighting tears. He had fallen and scraped his knee, however he was too scared of his father to even cry or ask for help.

Damiano sat irritated, bouncing the wailing infant on his lap. No use. No avail. This was a woman’s work yet you were nowhere to be found and you had strictly forbidden nannies. Didn’t matter if you hadn’t anyways, the monster he had made with you would never accept anyone but their mother. He could feel a headache forming. And then, you walked in, his savior. “Cara.” He quickly stood up and walked over to you, handing the wailing baby. “Take him, quiet him down, I cannot do this no more.”

Name Meanings

Damiano One who tames or subdues

Valerio Strong; Healthy

Ercole Glory of Hera

Lodovico Famous warrior

Ernesto Earnest, serious

Vincentio Conquering