(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) your parents were never together, not even when they had you, but they always managed co-parenting very well. that was until last year, when your mom decided to move all the way across the country– from rome, where you lived blocks away from your dad, to sicily, palermo to be exact– for job reasons.

more than 400 miles away, a 3 and something hour flight, more than 9 hours in train– it was hell for damiano. sure, he would take as many flights as he needed to see you, but god, it was still a lot. plus he didn't spend a lot of time in rome either, so he had your far anyway.

but now, a year later, your ten year old mind has decided you want to move back with your dad. your mom couldn't just say no, you'd visit her like you used to visit damiano– or until you get bored of living with his messy self.

damiano was on cloud nine, jumping on one foot– he'dh have his baby back, all for himself. but he was also shitting himself because– how does he do single parenting? what do you like? what do you eat? at what time do you sleep?

he had done everything. repainted your room, bought you new furniture and clothes, even some toys, restored the pantry– with actual food for you to eat, stored the fridge with ice cream... he was as ready as he could be.

he had picked you from the airport and were now waking into the apartment. "we're gonna have dinner, and then eat three different ice creams– and play all night if you want. how does that sound?" he says closing the door, carrying your luggage– he was trying his hardest so you wouldn't realize how much you actually miss your mom and other house already.

you nod, doubtful, looking around, playing with your backpack straps.