(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) “are you so excited to see nonna and nonno?” dove, your mom, holds you on her lap in the backseat of the car while your dad drives through rome suburbs’ streets.

you nod, nonchalantly, more focused on your coloring book, your parents didn’t let you have an ipad or screens so here you are.

she chuckles fixing your messy braids, damian smirks looking through the rear view at you two.

summer started and your parents immediately hopped on a plane and flew to italy. something you do every summer, perks of having an italian dad. you always come to visit his family, they absolutely love you, your grandparents, uncle, his cousins… it’s a big family. but your least favorite part is that you’re the youngest there, always. well, you also love it because it has lots of benefits but you get treated as baby 24/7, from arms to arms, kisses, everyone does everything for you.

“you're gonna have so much fun, principessa.” your dad says, one hand on the steering wheel, the other in his cigarette. “you’ll see.”

you pout slightly but nod, taking another crayon from your pencilbox. “will nonna make pasta, though?”

both your parents chuckle, you just love food and they can’t blame you. “i’m sure she will, baby.”

you nod, satisfied, looking through the window, beautiful italian landscapes you’re more than used in your five years of life. “good.”