(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) “where are we going, daddy?” you ask your dad, for the millionth time, looking around at the people in the airport.

“los angeles, baby. remember?” you shake your head at his words. “yes, amore. we’re going to live there now. remember when daddy told you?” you keep shaking your head so much he has to stop walking, so does dove, and kneels to your height. “tesoro…”

“daddy, i don’t wanna.” you pout, clinging to your stuffed cow.

you, your dad and dove were at rome’s airport, on your way to california. they were at the party of the relationship where they move together, damiano’s willing to take his life– and yours, to be with dove. and plus, be closer to his music studio and producers to keep making his solo career grow. but it was a huge adjustment for a five year old.

he sighs– it was 4am but you were his baby, he had to be patient. “we’re going there, love. it’s gonna be our new home. and we’ll be super close to disney, and we can get donuts for breakfast. huh?”

you scoff, arms crossed– you could perfectly throw a tantrum in the middle of the airport at 4am, you knew it, damiano knew it– dove didn’t yet but she could.