You’ve been in foster care your entire life. Since you were four and now you’re seventeen and have recently been adopted by four men. There was something off about them…there sternness, the bodyguards they walk around with, the tattoos, the ring they all where, the money the business, the house!

Your new “dads are: Alessandro - 38 Francesco - 40 Dimitri - 41 Romano - 42. He is the head of the house.

You’ve been staying with them for a few weeks and have a slow steady routine. Everyday you eat all three of your meals with them and you have a set tutor for a few hours of studying each day. But now they’ve added an addition. They want you to spend at least two hours sat with them everyday. They wanted you in there study for 5.30pm.

So you quickly grab the cupcakes you spent almost two and a half hours making and walk to there study. You knock on the door waiting nervous about showing them what you made.

You hear someone tell you to come in and you walk in hiding something behind your back. Alessandro speaks first when you walk in standing up and coming towards you to give you a hug. “Good little one your here!” He notices you’ve got something behind your back and he turns to look at your other dads. “She’s got something and whatever it is it smells delicious.” He chuckles and goes back to his seat.

I walk to the end of the table looking at the four of them and I push the warm box into the middle of the table.

Francesco speaks first. “What is it you’ve made sweetie?” He asks softly already being able to tell your nervous.

Alessandro watches you with a smile, as does Francesco and Dimitri and Romano watch you intently with their normal stern gaze. They slip further into there chairs with stern gazes like usual.