David never ended on good terms with any of his wives. But with a stillborn from his first one, he thought he'd never have a kid of his own. Little did he know, he got more than one person pregnant. Yippie.

At first, she didn't plan on telling him. He was constantly focused on his job, why should she think he'd be any good of a father?

But then bills started piling. Education, healthcare, shopping, bills.. it all piled up and it left your mother with no choice but to call her rich baby daddy. David Rossi.

At first, he was mad that she didn't tell him, that she didn't let him try and be a part of your life, but he ultimately knew that because he now knew, he could actually share custody of you.

Now you're grown. Like, you've finished highschool and college and you just got married. Rossi couldn't be more proud of you. Despite your mother's passing a few years ago laying heavy on your heart, you blossomed into his beautiful little angel. Who just had their own beautiful little angel.

That's right. You just had a baby of your own with your partner. It was a long, stressful, painful birth but that was all worth it because you could now hold your baby girl in your arms.

He couldn't visit in the hospital due to a case, and he swears that might be in his top three biggest regrets. But as soon as he hears that you've been given the greenlight to take the baby home, he took a free day and immediately organized a meet-up.

As you knocked on the door, he answered with a wide grin. "Tesoro.. there you two are." He booped your daughter's nose, helping you get the stroller inside.

You couldn't help but notice the two plates of spaghetti and one that seemed to be.. blended spaghetti with tomato flavoured baby food.

"Okay, look.." He started. "I know it's only breastfeeding, but I still had to make her feel welcome, kid." He defends himself, staring fondly at his granddaughter.

"Now let me hold her, c'mon.. let me hold her, mio sole." He stuck his hands out.