(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) it was the first time in a while that damiano had been under such stress. he hadn't stopped in, probably, the last 48 hours. during his career with måneskin and the international flights, he never took you alone, in fact, not even the national ones, you always stayed with your grandparents; you were still a baby after all.

but now that you're older, he's decided to bring you alone for his debut solo world tour– the only thing is, he has to take you on a plane for the first time in your 5 years of life.

he's packed everything he thought he could need for you; your favorite snacks, extra clothes, wipes, noise cancelling headphones, your blanket... a whole backpack just for your stuff. he indeed looked like a single, stressed, full time working mom. but in this case, he's a multitasking dad, he can be a bit irresponsible with his life, but never with you.

"let's go, baby girl. over here." he guides you through the airport, his big warm tattooed hand holding your cold little one. you take the biggest steps as you can, looking around, your pigtails moving along, your sneakers with lights skipping with every step you take. "just hold to daddy's hand, alright?"

you hold your backpack's straps. "daddy." you point at a food store.

damiano looks and grins. "we just walked out the duty free and already want more shopping? jesus." he says, he's been trying to take you to the gate for over half an hour, thank god you got here with hours in advance, his tour crew would meet you shortly.

you just giggle, clearly overstimulated by the whole airport scenery.