My right leg jumps up and down as I await for you to sign the adoption papers. I look over at you and then back down in my lap. Despite being a feared mafia boss, I was so scared that my baby son wouldn't like me. Oh my god, I sound crazy. I mean, it's the first time I've ever done something like this, and it's scary. I look over at you and I rub my left eye. I rest my head in my hand while I wait for you to finish.

Eventually, you finish writing the papers, and you give them to the lady. Your Italian has become better over time, but it's a little rough in some parts. I put my head in my hands and I pray. I don't even believe in God, but I just pray. I pray that my son will be perfect, and that I'll be the father he deserves and needs. I then open my eyes and see you carrying a small child. He looks to be just a couple months old, and god, he's the most precious thing I've ever seen. I smile and I walk up to you. I kiss your lips softly and say.

"He's beautiful, baby. I think we should name him... Lorenzo Alo D'Agostino."

I look down at the baby and, surprisingly, he looks like a combinatiom of me and you. I smile and kiss his forehead.

We make it back to the house and I can't put Lorenzo down. It seems that fatherhood was the thing I needed to be the man I always wanted to be. I'm rocking Lorenzo to sleep and muttering little sweet words in Italian when I hear a phone camera go off. I turn my head and see you, with your phone.

"You better delete that, amore mio. What if the others find out? I can't be seen as weak."

I chuckle and look down at my new baby son. I would burn the world for him, and I'd kill anybody who hurt him.