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Title: For Good
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cutthroatpixie
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Romano/Fem!Romano/Spain/Fem!Spain, OC bb
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kidfic, polyamory, bitches have odd POVs (and they switch)
Summary: Romano was a little reluctant about the whole having kids thing. At first.
Note: Superman posted beautiful OT4 and I wanted to double kill you all, so here you go. :D

When Antonia announced that Lovina was pregnant (and when Lovina then proceeded to tell her off for just blurting it out at them without consulting her first), all Antonio could think was that he was so, so thrilled, because while it wasn't a subject the four of them had ever really talked about, whether or not they all wanted to have children, he'd always loved kids, always thought he'd like to have them someday. Antonia had always felt the same way, that fact was common knowledge, but it'd never actually been talked about between the four of them, and he'd never been sure how Lovina or Romano felt about children, having them or otherwise.

Well. Lovina had apparently gotten drunk with Romano one time when they were still in school and told him that she wanted to have, "Babies. So many babies. All of them," before throwing up all over his shoes, but Romano's opinion on the matter never really came up at all (the baby matter, anyway, Romano's opinion on the Lovina throwing up on his shoes matter came up every time anyone mentioned "Lovina" and "shoes" in the same sentence).

Antonio thought it was a pretty funny story, however, always had, and the first thing he said when Antonia told them the news was, "Are you having so many, Lovi?"

Lovina hadn't found it as funny as he had. Not at all.

Apparently Romano hadn't either, because he'd gone about as pale as it was possible for Romano to get. "Stop playing stupid jokes on me," he said, looking back and forth between the other three. "I have work to do, I don't have time for your bullshit."

Antonia tried to make him sit down, worried he'd pass out or throw up or turn so pale it stuck that way. Antonio explained that they would never joke about something like that, not in January anyway, and Roma really, that happened one time and we told you I was pregnant, it's not the same thing!

Lovina just threw the pregnancy test at his face, and though Antonio didn't think that was entirely sanitary, it at least got to Romano to stop accusing them all of lying to him.

He sulked for a few hours after that, mostly about the fact that a pee-stick had been thrown at his face, no doubt. He came down to dinner later that night like nothing had happened, which was good, because Lovina always gets irritated when Romano is being mopey and then Antonia gets sad and Antonio never quite figured out how to cuddle all three of them equally, at the same time, while still keeping everything comfortable. Maybe they should have actually talked about things then, maybe they should have talked about a lot of things at a lot of various times, but when Lovina tried to shove Romano's hand out of the way when he reached for the last dinner roll, Romano just handed it over to her instead of shoving back and it was a little odd, but Antonia just giggled at them so Antonio knew everything was okay for the time being.

---

"Romano, scoot over."

"I don't think I can scoot over that far, Lovina."

Romano wasn't shocked at all when Lovina punched him in the shoulder before nudging him out of the way. He ended up pressed against the arm of the couch, with Lovina's feet in his lap while she glared down at her ever-growing belly.

"We have another couch, you know." Romano shifted Lovina's feet in his lap. He wasn't rude enough to shove them off entirely (and it was much too late in the evening to be exerting actual effort), but her heel was jamming into his upper thigh, a little too close for comfort to certain areas.

Lovina moved her feet back to their original location. "And we have other people in the house I can bother, not seeing your point."

Romano snorted and just resolved himself to poking at Lovina's feet instead. Yes, all he was doing was poking at them. Because it would annoy her and Romano loved annoying Lovina, except for when she retaliated by annoying him back. Because that wasn't in the least bit enjoyable. "They're not bothered by you."

"But you are."

Romano hated Lovina for a moment, and then he extra hated her because she grabbed at his hand and, "What the hell are you doing?"

Lovina just rolled her eyes and took his poor, stolen hand and placed it on her belly. Romano opened his mouth, about to ask why she felt the need to run his hand over her stomach when she had two perfectly good hands of her own (oh, how they are good), but then he felt a kick beneath his palm and oh.
"Oh."

"Oh?"

"I didn't stutter, shut up." Romano kept his hand there, beneath Lovina's palm, while the two of them sat there in silence for probably the first time ever.

Just as soon as it had started, though, the kicking stopped, and Lovina ruined the magical moment by letting out a sigh of relief and, "Yesss, finally. Thank you."

"...What?"

Lovina nudged at his stomach with her foot while she stretched out across the couch. "Antonio and Antonia got him all riled up with their stupid talking and petting and I just want to fucking sleep, but it's hard when my ribs are being punched and shit." Romano nodded, slowly, not quite understanding what her point was. "Guess you're so boring he fell asleep on you."

"I am not boring, you're the boring one."

"Whatever. Night, asshole."

"...Night, Lovina."

---

Lovina should have been more worried about where her baby was, probably, but with three other parents also running around worrying their stupid faces off about him, she figured the chances of him actually being somewhere other than their house with some strange person were pretty slim.

Unless he was with Francine. But she'd give him back eventually. She always did, because while Lovina, Romano, Antonia, and Antonio had to put up with their little monster when he decided to wake up at 3 am or started crying for food or cuddles when they were finally getting some alone time, Francine had no such obligation.

She watched lazily from the kitchen table as both Antonio and Antonia entered the living room, baby free, and sat down to watch one of their godawful soaps, something about an overweight girl and her mother died and she was in love with her cousin or something, but his mother hated her... Lovina had never seen it before, whatever. It was shit. It was shit and they obviously didn't have Alejandro with them, or else she'd have been telling them off for exposing him to utter nonsense right at that moment.

"Ugh, you two need to stop hogging the TV." Lovina got up, huffing and rolling her eyes when all Antonio and Antonia did in response was tell her this was apparently her favourite episode, even though she didn't watch this shit, and made her way to Romano's room. If she didn't find the kid there she'd call Francine and yell at her for unauthorised babysitting, but she was pretty sure that wouldn't be necessary.

Sure enough, she found Romano sprawled out on his bed, a quilt Antonia's mom made wrapped snuggly around him and the infant sleeping soundly against his chest.

Romano didn't so much as blink when Lovina nudged one of his arms out of the way and flopped out next to him on the bed, but Lovina knew he was awake by the way his mouth twitched in response to her weight being added to the bed. Alejandro, thankfully, really didn't wake up, just mumbled some sort of sleepy baby nonsense and continued to use Romano's chest as a pillow.

"He looks comfy, maybe he should keep sleeping there," Lovina whispered, carefully pulling one of Romano's pillows out from under his head (careful to avoid waking Alejandro up, not careful to avoid disturbing Romano. Lovina loved disturbing Romano).

Romano did open an eye at that. "Shut up, he only gets to sleep with me when he stays asleep."

"Sure he does."

"He does."

"Mhmm."

"Lovina stop. Ugh. Just shut up. I'm trying to sleep."

If Lovina did stop, it was only because she wanted to sleep too, and nothing more.

---

Antonia loved bringing Alejandro to work, because sometimes, not often, but every now and then, one of the nurses didn't believe her that she had the most adorable, sweet, beautiful little baby in the whole world and this always needed to be corrected immediately.

She loved bringing Romano to work too, because if all the doctors and nurses she worked with didn't melt at the sight of her one-year-old son, they definitely melted at the sight of Romano trying to pretend he wasn't just as in love with the child as everyone else was.

"Babbo, ah!" Alejandro grabbed at the salad Romano was attempting to eat, his chubby fingers squishing a cherry tomato Romano had been about to spear with his fork.

"Alessandro," Romano sighed, grabbing a napkin and tossing it at Antonia, no doubt because Romano always insisted cleaning up messy babies was not in his job description. Which was probably true, but Antonia didn't think that would be in anyone's job description, except maybe Antonio's, but well, it might be in hers too, only she'd seen the job description when she applied for the job, and it didn't actually say anything about cleaning up messy children... "Antonia, stop staring at the wall and clean him up. Antonia. Antonia, seriously."

"Hm? Oh!" Romano looked very unamused and Alejandro, no doubt having peaked up to see what his babbo was up to, was attempting to imitate the look. Socute. "Here, bebé, give Mamá your hands!" Alejandro's mock-scowl quickly turned into a smile as he giggled and shoved his hands under the table.

"No!" he chirped. "No no no. Babbo, Mamá!"

"Aw, you want Babbo to clean your hands?" Antonia tossed the napkin back to Romano, who just looked scandalised, though she supposed even he couldn't resist when Alejandro held his sticky hands up so nicely to him.

"You are such a little traitor," Romano said as he wiped the tomato juice off Alejandro's fingers. "We are going to talk about this later."

"No."

"Sì, we are. No arguing, I already argued with your mamma earlier and you know how that goes."

"No."

Romano tossed the napkin back to Antonia when he was through and pushed his salad plate more towards the middle of the table, hoping to keep it out of Alejandro's reach. "No, you do know, you were there."

Antonia heard some whispers from the next table, but she just grinned, because she knew they weren't the bad sort when all she could pick up were coos and a stray, "So adorable."

---

Alejandro had been playing the same game with Babbo for four years now, and though he didn't really remember the first time they played or many of the others following that, it was his very favourite game and he knew they'd been playing that long because he had just turned four and Mamma had said, "You've been doing this shit since he was born, knock it off," the last time she'd caught them playing.

Hide from Mamma in the Storage Room was a simple game, with simple rules.

1. Sneak into the storage room while Mamma was too busy yelling at Babbo to actually notice anyone was leaving

2. Hide

Mamma obviously didn't like it very much, but Alejandro loved it because he got bored sitting around the café sometimes, during the times where there were lots of customers keeping his babbo and mamma busy and nobody else, not Mamá or Papá or Aunty Francine, was around to play with him. Hide from Mamma in the Storage Room could really only be played when there weren't too many people around, and it gave Alejandro a chance to just sit on Babbo's lap and listen to him tell all the stories he loved to hear.

"Alessà, stop squirming."

Alejandro immediately stopped moving around, while simultaneously trying to peak around the box they were sitting behind to see if Mamma had found them yet. "We lose again?" he asked.

Babbo just scoffed and rolled his eyes. Babbo did that a lot, and Alessandro had been trying really hard to roll his eyes too, but it must have been harder than it looked because he didn't think he did it quite right yet. "We never lose this game, we're the champions."

"We are?"

"Of course we are. Whenever I play with your papá, he always responds to your mamma's texts asking where we are and your mamá is way too loud to hide for even two seconds."

Alejandro nodded solemnly. Papá and Mamá always, always lost when they played hide and seek with him. He didn't know why Papá always hide behind the curtains, because his feet stuck out and Alejandro always knew to look there first, but that's where he always hid, and whenever he played with Mamá he'd find her in the kitchen, not hiding behind anything at all, but she was always really surprised when he found her so quick and then she made him snacks to celebrate him being such a good finder and he never got a chance to hide.

Babbo ran a hand through his hair and Alejandro curled up against him. He was pretty sure it was siesta time and if they were the champions, then Babbo wouldn't mind if he went to sleep for a little bit because champion hiders didn't make any noise and lose the game even when they were asleep. Alejandro knew this because Babbo told him so, the last time they both fell asleep while playing his favourite game.

"If she finds us, we can always just run away. We can outrun her."

"Mamma runs fast," Alejandro replied with a yawn.

He didn't know if Babbo agreed with that or not, but even if he did and Mamma ended up catching them, it didn't matter because they could always try again next time they played.

Date: 2012-04-16 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
Romano's opinion on the Lovina throwing up on his shoes matter came up every time anyone mentioned "Lovina" and "shoes" in the same sentence

oh i'm sure it does

Date: 2012-04-16 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
She hates going shoe shopping with him. Hates it. But he's the only one who knows who to pick out the right shoes without just telling her to buy all the red ones, Antonia.

Date: 2012-04-16 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
WHEN THEY GO, EVERYBODY THINKS HE'S HER SASSY GAY BEST FRIEND AND HE KIND OF GOES WITH IT BECAUSE THEN THEY LET HIM IN THE FITTING ROOM WITH HER AND THEN






HE DOES THINGS TO MAKE HER SLAP HIM BUT IT'S WORTH IT

PSALM 23, BABY

Date: 2012-04-16 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
B]

he is currently converting antonio and antonia to the flock of the righteous boobs. this will not be a very difficult mission.

Date: 2012-04-16 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
They hold religious sermons while Lovina is getting dressed in the morning.

Date: 2012-04-16 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
Except Antonia always jumps the gun and starts squeezing them before Lovina can even get her bra on

WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU THREE GET OUT GET OUT NOW

Date: 2012-04-16 06:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
Romano this is all your fault, you know how impressionable those two are, what the fuck is wrong with you?!

Date: 2012-04-16 06:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
he was overcome by the tits

Date: 2012-04-16 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
Roma really, that happened one time and we told you I was pregnant

TELL ME MORE

Date: 2012-04-16 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
Sometimes they all put their heads together and conspire to play really awesome April Fool's jokes on Romano when he's had too much limoncello :D

Date: 2012-04-16 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
The evening of March 31st finds Romano seated at the kitchen table of his brand new house, a bottle of celebratory limoncello and the house's other three owners sitting all around him.

The clock strikes midnight but Romano doesn't pay it any mind, because Lovina's poured him another shot and Antonia's laughing at him and telling him to slow it down, but fuck that, because they are homeowners now and if he wants to celebrate by drinking the whole bottle, he fucking will.

(only he fucking won't, because Romano rather likes not being dead, thank you very much)

"Antonio," he slurs. In a manly fashion, because Romano only slurs like a very manly man, and not like a drunken teenager like Antonia does. "Why're you not?"

"Not?" Antonio asks, looking up from his glass.

"Not drinking," he responds. Maybe he forgot some words before, but Antonio should just understand him, goddamnit.

Antonio glances at Antonia, who glances at Lovina, who sighs and pats Romano on the arm. Romano flinches before he realises she hasn't actually hit him.

"There's something Antonio needs to tell," she says, face suddenly deadly serious.

"You might want to sit down," Antonia adds, and Lovina gives her That Look because Romano is already sitting down, Antonia, he has been for awhile.

"Um. Okay." Suddenly Romano is very worried, or maybe he's just had too much to drink and he's wobbly, but everyone looks so serious when he can actually focus on their faces and maybe it's just that Antonio has work in the morning and they're all being overdramatic again. Because they all do that a lot, Romano is never the overdramatic one.

"I'm pregnant," Antonio says, serious as a seizure, and Romano isn't given a proper chance to respond because all he gets out is, "Holy shit," before he's slumping out of his chair in a dead faint.

Date: 2012-04-16 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
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ROMANO IS NEVER THE OVERDRAMATIC ONE

ZIKE YOU ARE THE BEST

YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON FROM THE INTERNET

Date: 2012-04-16 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
HE NEVER IS, IT IS ALWAYS THE OTHER THREE!

Date: 2012-04-16 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
"Guess you're so boring he fell asleep on you."

ROMANO PUTS HIM TO BED EVEN BEFORE HE'S BORN AWWWWWWWWWW FSLKJFDSLKJFDSLKJFLKJFDSLKFDSLKJFDSJKFDS

Date: 2012-04-16 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
Sure enough, she found Romano sprawled out on his bed, a quilt Antonia's mom made wrapped snuggly around him and the infant sleeping soundly against his chest.

BUHYOOOO HOLY SHIT BUHYOO

Date: 2012-04-16 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
because sometimes, not often, but every now and then, one of the nurses didn't believe her that she had the most adorable, sweet, beautiful little baby in the whole world and this always needed to be corrected immediately.

buhyoo antoniaaaaaaaaaaaa

Date: 2012-04-16 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
"You are such a little traitor," Romano said as he wiped the tomato juice off Alejandro's fingers. "We are going to talk about this later."

"No."


YESSSSSSS IT IS HEREDITARY AND <33333333 TO ALEJANDRO TRYING TO IMITATE BABBO

Date: 2012-04-16 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
"You've been doing this shit since he was born, knock it off,"

Hide from Mamma in the Storage Room was a simple game, with simple rules.

1. Sneak into the storage room while Mamma was too busy yelling at Babbo to actually notice anyone was leaving

2. Hide



/DEAD

ZIKE YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE HOLY FUCK

Date: 2012-04-16 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
"Of course we are. Whenever I play with your papá, he always responds to your mamma's texts asking where we are and your mamá is way too loud to hide for even two seconds."


ANTONIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BUHYOOOOOOOO

Date: 2012-04-16 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
HOLY FUCK ZIKE THIS FIC JUST ROTTED ALL THE TEETH IN A SIX MILE RADIUS OF ME HOLY FUCKING BUHYOO FUCK

Date: 2012-04-16 06:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
also

he always hid, an whenever he played with Mamá: should that be 'and'?

and there was another one in the beginning of the fic, lemme go back and reread

Date: 2012-04-16 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
Thank yoooooou, I always reread but then I get too excited to post I miss shit!

Date: 2012-04-16 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
no prob!

found it: Lovina had apparently gotten drunk with Romano on time when

one time?

Date: 2012-04-16 06:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
pffft that first scene is the one I kept rewriting, and it still failed XD

Date: 2012-04-16 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] counterheist.livejournal.com
nein no failure just typo

the first few lines did confuse me, because the sentences were super clause-y, but i got it.

Date: 2012-04-16 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
I like clauses I overuse them, they are beautiful and also stupid

Date: 2012-04-16 06:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutthroatpixie.livejournal.com
Also Antonio seems like a clause-y talking type person to me.

Date: 2012-04-16 06:56 am (UTC)

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