Pregnant Women Griha Pravesh

[Romanzo Criminale - The series] - Something right (for a change) - [PG]

Title: Something right (for a change)
Author: Tabata
Beta: lisachanoando
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cold / Lebanese, Cold / Roberta
Genre: Introspective
Alerts: slash, WHAT IF, fluff.
Notes: Written for the tombola maridichallenge (prompt: this photo. It 's a table in this story there is a table. Get it?) And dedicated to lisachanoando that did not stop me to write whenever he could.
Summary: "Let him that only half an hour and fell asleep."

SOMETHING RIGHT (for a change)

The Cold enters the house and closes the door plane.
The silence weighs on the apartment building that makes him think that it is empty, since it should not be, takes up the gun that keeps tucked in his pants for safety. Advances in the living room and curses the day he bought this place because it is one big open space that, by comparison, her old garage was easier to control, with only one access road between the area where he slept and remove the one in which stolen cars. Here there are no points for shelter. You can not defend a house like that, and just do not understand why the Lebanese are determined not to make him sell, so he would need to find a bigger in there because there are more so comfortable.
advances toward the corridor leading to the bedrooms with care, following well-proven automation of which is not even aware. He has learned to move with a weapon in his hand when he was a kid and has not stopped since then, tightening her fingers around the handle and swallow, lowering the pace of his breath for not cover even the slightest sound. He leans against the wall and opens the door to his room and Roberta, pushing his hand wide open. Wait a few seconds to see if anyone is ready to shoot, but do not get anything.
We hear the birds chirping from the trees in the garden and little else. So he looks carefully and look for to capture the entire room with a glance, so be ready to react, but there is nothing and no one to attack him. Everything is like the left, except the Lebanese who was watching TV but now he sleeps on his bed, snoring also a bit '. The
indicated with the open hand even though he can not see it and puts the gun to his seat with a sigh. Lebanon takes up almost half of the bed because it is too much even when he sleeps and then widens, legs and arms, to cover the entire surface available to him, beside him, curled up against his side, there is a girl that sucks his thumb and should not do it. Roberta was not happy. On the other hand should not even sleep at this time, because otherwise will condemn her mother tonight, but the Lebanese do not care about this - so much mica kill him - or the fact that above all he should be awake because the child has only two years and can hardly think of herself alone.
In fact, the responsibility would be cold, since she had to take care of him while Robert was at work, but the ants of Trastevere raised their voices and someone was going to shut up, someone who could really talk big on behalf of the Lebanese had to do little or nothing to do with Scialoja that breathes the neck even if only out to get some fresh air.
Lebanon is not one to be entrusted with the children, not because he alone - who has enough accuracy to him not to do inappropriate things when the girl is in the neighborhood - but for the fact that it is dangerous , which from day to day someone might decide to storm the place where it is and get him out. If you must leave her daughter to someone as he goes around breaking knees, maybe cold could leave it at that Angelina is more practical or his mother, Roberta, but the truth is that the former does not like, and he does not like the second. Lebanon is not the best choice, but it is what he prefers, because in Lebanon trust fund, although this time he does a little 'less, since he entered the house and that even if n 'is realized.
"Let him that only half an hour and fell asleep," he muttered, taking off his coat and placing it on a chair. It lengthens the bed to retrieve the child, but did not have time to reach the fingers of the Lebanese tightening the grip they have on her ankle. "Are you awake?"
Man opens his eyes suddenly and stares at him intently for a moment as if he could not focus on what he has before, which is probably also true. "You," she simply says, his voice slurred. He looks around, looks down on her daughter's cold sleeping peacefully and that all that has happened in the last ten minutes does not know anything, so he turns to look serious. "Nun t'avvicinà without avvertimme."
The face of the Lebanese always relaxes during sleep, so now the cold can watch the slow metamorphosis of pouting her lips, nose a bit 'curls and eyebrows frowned, giving him an air of angry again. "This is my house," she notes. "And that's me 'fijia."
"Yes, but you nun t'avvicinà the same as I've got my eyes closed and her playing partners," reiterates the Lebanese, without disturbing a single cm from its position. "I could react badly."
The cold is not impressed, because the Lebanese say a bunch of bullshit, so keep up could lose your way back home. Retrieves the child out of bed and opens the eyes plan as did the Lebanese, with the same grimace asleep.
as a father is not that much, him. When Roberta told him she is pregnant - it happened shortly after Lebanon has convinced him to stay in Rome with him - the cold began to make a nightmare after the other, imagining horrible things, including a massacre of the Lebanese in the apartment during the feast of the first birthday of his eldest son. In his dream was to complete the entire band, and ended with the carpets covered with blood. He woke up with cold sweats and anxiety and thought to tell Robertina that was not something that he could not make the father, it would not be good neither for you nor for that boy who had a right to be born in a better place when Rome ruled them.
just have not had the courage to open his mouth, a little 'because he did not want to disappoint Roberta - she was happy in a way that he did not understand - and a little' because there was no way for him to succeed to depart from Rome without Lebanon, not after what he had done to stay the first time. Not after that still divides the bed, despite the presence of Robert in his life.
There has been brooding on for days, until someone decided for him and that someone is, needless to say, it is Now the man who is following in the kitchen, scratching his belly while he is between the cabinets looking for something to eat. Cold remembers very well. The Lebanese came into his house and he finished with his legs apart on the kitchen chair, which sits on the same even now, and it has set until the cold did not feel uncomfortable - that is pretty much right away - and asked him what was wrong. The Lebanese has supported his elbows on the table round and said: "If I find you to be part quarche bijietti pe 'left Rome, I split my legs, so striscianno will you go away. "The cold has stopped making coffee and a bit 'has swallowed. "But of you're talking?" He asked, pretending to be ignorant of everything.
"Nun ago cojone co er 'me, because air is nun. Tu je er and keep the baby you're well 'round about quanno growing, if much, I think you're on the way you anew anna, you see a co' me. There semo right? "
That was the first and only threat that the Lebanese have turned in five years, but it has remained cold and, never would Roberta imagined him saying to him to have someone that parasse shoulders. Has made her a lot smarter.
Eventually the baby was born and have really celebrated the first birthday at the home of Lebanese who got screwed highly of his paranoia and claimed to host the party of his goddaughter. When they arrived, the apartment was full of balloons and there was a Buffalo with a glass of orange juice in hand not knowing what to do or what to do with himself at a party without either drugs or women. "At this Pupetta je to give more to the head of the coca," said the voice hoarse, his face sullen, indicating that the Lebanese pizzas swallowed one after another.
"From 'I see here that you prevented," the Lebanese breaks the spell of his memories and takes away the child from his hands. She sits quietly on his knee, putting his fist in his mouth. "So, how did it go?"
"Everything smooth as silk," he says triumphantly and raises the jar of apple pap that Roberta has had the foresight to leave on the kitchen counter with a note - Let her have a snack! - But he has not seen until after a search of twenty minutes.
"Who you bring back?" Calls for the Lebanese, while the child draws with drool on the table. This is why the Dandi has sworn on his cot, the day it was born, he does not want to deal with her first twelve years. Ever that the dirty shirts of Ivve San Lorant.
"Er Buffalo, c'aveva Voja de Mena hands," said the cold, holding the jar of pap with two fingers, as if he did suck. It's actually sucks, would rather shoot someone's head. Feeding the kids is not the stuff of men. "He's still there to break 'the bones to one. I left that if amused. "
Lebanon nods thoughtfully. "There Vole a bit 'of movement every time," he says. "We printed a 'nfiacchì."
Cool sat down and trying to hit his daughter's mouth with the spoon full of jelly. For some reason it seems the hardest thing I've ever done in his life: the jelly falls, she gets distracted, and are more often as the dirty face that those that actually manages to feed her. Narrowing his eyes and makes a half grin, before sighing to find the calm they feel it slip away slowly. "Nun makes the situation worse. Already abbastanza problemi de mio, senza bisogno che me ricordi come ce semo ridotti. E te apri sta bocca, pe' piacere. Ma come fa tu' madre a sopportatte tutti i giorni?”
La bambina non lo ascolta, in compenso si volta a guardare il Libanese, che però si è perso a fissare le mensole della cucina.
“Te ricordi? Amo deciso qui che tenevamo 'sta creatura,” commenta con un mezzo sorriso.
Freddo smette di imboccarla per guardarlo un secondo con un sopracciglio sollevato. “Amo? Avete deciso, tu e Roberti'.”
Libano stavolta ride. “E' stata un sacco convincente, nun potevo dije de no.”
Robertina did not have no fear, the day occurred at the bar of Franco, wearing his coat fine ribbed brown bag tightly in his hand. He ignored the man behind the counter already warned that the cold was gone and she immersed herself in the air of smoky pool hall, looking around the Lebanese, sitting at a poker table.
She and the man came to terms when they realized that neither would have ousted the other from the heart of the Cold, so they established a relationship of mutual acceptance and general indifference, then that means that a tacit agreement not never give you disturb one another, and so they all live happily. To this, when he saw enter the bar where he had never set foot, the Lebanese are worried. He immediately made a face incattivita to better address the strong expression of Robertina that there just seemed to flip over the world. And he was not ready to have it tip over. The Lebanese
asked if there was anything he could do for her and Robert said he wanted a more isolated place to talk, so he yelled for everyone to send out, forcing Buffalo to give up half a for this game and unleashing a series of curses which, even today, if it tries, can hear the echo. Roberta looked at him straight in the eye and said: "I'm pregnant." Lebanese Al
the stomach is narrow to the point that he could spit out a small ping pong ball, but was smart enough not to show it. "And you with me? Look, even if I and if your man Entertain, nun noffink got to do, "he joked.
Robert did not laugh. It does not even hint of a smile, and indeed its expression became more serious and forced the Lebanese to recover its most grim. "I know, Peter, I'm here for another reason," he replied, using his first name as if it were his mother. The cold is not calling it even at times when they are alone. Calling him by name was a shameful move, but smart.
why the Lebanese decided to listen to it and invited her to sit with a nod. "Speak."
"I already told Fabrizio and I think it has not taken well," she warned him, and he did the tone of someone who knows someone who can front understand it. Indeed so, because he and Robert do not cross almost never, but what they share makes them more similar than what you believe both.
"It è rifiutato?” Ha chiesto lui.
"No, he's just that look in his eyes."
The Lebanese have quickly realized that Robert spoke of the shadow that comes in the eyes of the cold when he is tired or scared, when he wants to run away, in a place where according to him would be easier to live, because I do not know anybody. Although it is bigger than him, the cold has never understood that wherever it may go, your problems will follow him forever, he's the problem. As is the Lebanese. So
sighed. "There I think, is' quiet."
The Lebanese remember the first smile that Roberta's has done, because somehow he's warmed my heart. With that, thanks ever told, has gone cold, and made him fear, just a little ', just to see him tremble under his gaze, because the cold will not do it and instead he likes.
"If I lost the head of the stop and hold still, maybe I can even eat the first hole of tomorrow, you're saying?" The Cold snorts and falls on the table, almost gave up. The Lebanese
retrieves the girl who leans out of his arms, drawn from somewhere and ends up spitting sitting right. "Eat it or else ner you close the trunk of the Porsche and you do do 'n nun around that you forget it. "
if the cold was a lot of talking, I would call back with a scream, but just looks at him and, craning his neck and lifting the chin, as if to say that he is there and if he tries to say it again, might as well get angry.
The Lebanese do not worry, of course. You may say another ten, hundred, thousand times without ever feel in danger of life or, for that matter, in embarrassment. He plans to do so even when the child is old enough to understand, indeed, it will then mainly, because threats always work. Indeed
now, when the take, the child eats, even though the Cold looks so wrong that could make him a hole in front with just the strength of the pupils.
"What thou hast to look '? Eat it, no? "Comment, alluded to the child. The Cold
avoids answering and scrape the bottom of the jar with plastic spoon, as seen Robert do in a while.
Lebanon observes the girl waving her arms and waits for the last bite. "Of course you could do a male and female that I know '' n casino quanno then grow and we continue the dynasty, however, nun," reasons. "I know that you do n'attro."
"And if female that is pure? Nun is that I can spend a lifetime ago fijli. "
" Why not, at least you enjoy yourself. "
The Cold shakes his head and keeps the weight of that spoon, and then briefly passes the bib on the child's mouth and breathing a sigh of relief. "One is enough. And then pe 'your fault semo already four nun is enough? "
The Lebanese do not respond, only extends a hand and wipes her cheek, where he was dirty jelly. Snorting something that is not a laugh, as much as a grunt affectionate, before to take him by the neck and kiss him as usual. The Cold has the impression that sitting at that table have just decided something else, but since he does not know what and who almost certainly does not want to know, close your eyes and you lose a little '. If there is anything you need to know, surely Lebanon or Roberta will make sure he knows it.


Notes: I am ashamed of this story a lot because I know that is not in heaven or on earth, and that the series is done in such a way that I would not even have to go to the hall the brain to write such things, but both knew that eventually I sold because I was spoiling the chance for too long not to. I hate to think what will happen the first time that what if it was followed by another. Never end, I know. And this is a short step all'AU. Tragedy ...