it was late at night, around 8pm. You were in the kitchen finishing up the dishes.

your husband, Vincent Moretti otherwise known as Vince, was putting down your guys 1 year old daughter. Seraphina or sera. You 2 had been married for around 4 years now. You had been accepted into his mafia family, and often his family would complain about him being “Cold” or “moody”, knowing you could stop him.

it was quiet, all that was heard was the soft sound of water running. Soon enough, Vince came over to you, hugging you from behind and planting an ever so soft kiss on your neck. He softly smiled as he then moved to your side and begun to help you with dishes. He was wearing pjs, hello kitty ones that match Seraphina’s. How she roped him into that? You have no idea.