“I am getting married.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, loud enough to make my four year old come running in the kitchen.

“Mumma, you okay?” Vienna asked, softly.

Sienna almost melted at her daughter’s soft nature, “Aww,-”

“Should I take out the knife?” She asked, just as innocently.

And, there goes Sienna’s moment.

“Livia, I need to feed Vienna now. But I will call you later.” Sienna told Livia and before hanging up, she added in a serious tone, “And, we need to talk.”

“What is my little Vienna doing?” Vittorio asked, lowering himself to her level and she threw herself in his arms, giggling like she just witnessed the stars lowering to the ground.

Vittorio chuckled, embracing her little figure in his arms. Picking her up, he headed to their room where his wife, Sienna, was sorting out the toys Vienna had left on the floor, again.

“What are you doing, Sienna?” Vittorio asked, placing Vienna down on her feet and she scurried away the moment her feet hit the floor. The little girl is always restless. Always going from one place to another and her craze for harm doesn’t make it easy either.

She huffed out a breath and stood up, pinning him with a glare, “Regretting my choices of letting you show Vienna the wrong kind of world.”

He chuckled, “What did she do now?”

“You are laughing?” Sienna stated, incredulously. “Of course, it’s fun for you.”

Vittorio wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flushed against his body before she could storm off. “Okay, I will talk to her about these things.” He promised. “Happy?”

“You will?” She asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

Vittorio nodded, grinning.

Sienna sighed, feeling better already. She couldn’t help but mirror her husband’s smile.

“Now, where is my welcome kiss?” He teased, leaning closer, forming a pout with his lips.

Sienna giggled and Vittorio savoured the sound of it, storing it somewhere deep in her heart to treasure it for the rest of his life. And, then, her lips landed on his, stealing the breath from his lungs.

This never gets old.

One touch of Sienna and Vittorio is ready to offer himself at her altar.

“Ew, what are you two doing?” The voice of their four-year-old made them pull away, quickly. Vittorio was thinking of taking it to bed. Poor him.

Sienna buried her face in her palms, wanting the ground to swallow her in shame. Why does she keep failing as a parent? First her daughter was exposed to danger now she is exposed to somewhat physical intimacy too.

“I was just telling mumma, how much I love her.” Vittorio tried to explain, rubbing the back of his neck.

Vienna took a look at her mother, “But you were not using words.” Her nose scrunched up in disgust as if she was having a flashback of what she just saw.

As if the fairies put her in the arms of her mother.

“I love mumma so much. It’s hard to show in words.” Vittorio tried to explain and Sienna’s heart warmed at his words. “So, I was trying a different approach.”

“Did it work?” She asked, innocently.

Vittorio glanced at me over his shoulder, smirking, “Did it?”

Sienna glared at him but instantly masked it with a smile and nodded, feeling her cheeks flaming up.

“Hmm,” She hummed, seeming to be in deep thoughts.

“I would try the same thing with my friend Jex!” She exclaimed, excitedly, beaming at the thoughts alone.

“Hell no!” Vittorio jumped up, fast to put an end to that idea.

Sienna burst out laughing.

And in that moment, with laughter in her lungs and love in every corner of her chaotic little world, Sienna knew—this was the kind of madness she’d choose again. And again. And again.