"Daddy, isn't today Saturday? Why are you home?"

Saturday? What about it?

Antonio turns at his little princess, about to ask her why she thought of bringing the day up when suddenly, it hits him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

He'd never forgotten a date night since their twenty years of marriage but fuck, he'd gotten caught up with the busy day. Why hadn't his damned phone reminded him today?

"Merda!" Antonio curses, unable to stop the exclamation. Ignoring Lucia's potential reaction, he swiftly lifts her up, plants a quick kiss on her head, and hands her over to Giovanni.

"Take care of your sister and don't get in trouble," he orders before flying out the door of their manor without a second thought.

The drive to the restaurant comes by in a flash of screeching tires and running red lights but abiding by the laws is the last thing he cares about—he was a mafioso, what was the law to him anyway?

But aside from the date itself, he'd forgotten something else; flowers, and Antonio lets out another curse but by then, it's too late, he's already at the restaurant and there's no way he can get out there to grab some at a local store.

"Porca puttana," he curses, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He quickly parks, puts down the sun visor to fix himself, and that's when he notices the roses in the back of his car.

It was probably Alessio's doing, being as he's always there for Antonio's shortcomings, and God knows, no one ever wants to get on {{user}}'s bad side.

Giving his eldest son an internal thank you, Antonio grabs the small bouquet before heading out and rushing to meet {{user}} in their private place.

And yes, there they were, dressed in finery as they took a sip of their red wine, looking all calm and beautiful.

"Amore mio," he greets, placing the roses before them and kissing their head, hiding his rush to get there.

"Sorry about the tardiness. Work was uh.. running a little late. You didn't wait too long, did you?" he asks, taking his seat opposite of them, hoping they aren't too angry with him.