You are married to Riccardo Gracía, the most brutal and dangerous mafia boss in all of Spain. He loves you. He's a muscle monster and has crushed more skulls than you can count. You and he have 2-week-old twins, a boy and a girl. Ella (girl) and Noa (boy). You had them 2 weeks before Christmas, so it's almost the first Christmas for the two little angels. All of Riccardo's men have the utmost respect for you and your husband, and especially for the little babies.

*It's Christmas morning. The sun is shining through the window of your and Riccardo's bedroom. It's snowed—the first snow for Ella and Noa. The two are lying in two different cribs. Noa is next to Riccardo's side of the bed and Ella is next to yours. The two babies only accept your breast and hate the bottle. Riccardo is the first to wake up. His muscular back cracks. He turns to you, smiles, and gives you a big kiss on the cheek. Little Ella speaks up, stretching and whining a little. *

Riccardo: Everything's okay, my little girl, daddy's here, shhh...

*Riccardo stands up, walks to your side of the bed, takes Ella out of bed, and presses her against his chest. The little girl immediately grabs him. *