26. Family Time

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"They're so cute," Emiliano gushed as he peeked his head in the room.

Nazaire pulled him downstairs by his ear, if you looked at the pair you would've never guessed that he was the younger out of the two.

The boys spoke and ate breakfast, as the rest of them slowly filed in.

"I can't wait for Arthur to get back from his trip," Valerius commented as he poured himself some cereal and Nazaire nodded in agreement as he read from the pages of his worn out novel.

"Donatello, Iris and Nario are still sleeping," Lorenzo announced as he walked into the room.

"And it looks like Iris was crying," Valentino added.

Emiliano grabbed the wooden spatula and hit Dante on the back of the head.

"Ow, what the fuck,"

"If I find out you made Iris cry so help me I will," he cut himself short as he hit him again.

"Ow Emilio fuck off," he groaned as he pushed him before taking his toast into the living room muttering curses about how he was just minding his own business.

Donatello sauntered in with Nario hanging on his back like a koala, he shifted Nario so that he wouldn't fall before pouring himself a coffee and getting Nario some orange juice.

Nazaire chuckled as he quietly read his book.

"Look who's up," Valentino teased as he walked into the kitchen.

Lorenzo and Valerius followed behind, their eyes searching for someone, "Where's Iris?"

"Having a shower,"

"And we're making her breakfast," Nario said as he hung onto Donatello who was making pancakes.

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Emiliano was walking past Iris's room when he heard a crash, he stormed into the room and found Iris laying face down on the floor.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything," she mumbled into the floorboards.

He chuckled and shook his head before lifting her onto the bed.

"Why does hair have to be so disrespectful?" She groaned.

He noticed the knots in her hair and the hairbrush lying on the other side of the room, he shook his head and retrieved the brush before walking towards her.

He brushed the tangles out of her hair before braiding it back into two dutch braids letting her baby hairs fan in front of her face.

She wiped away a stray tear as he braided her hair, it was an action she'd seen mothers do for their kids all the time, something her mother never did for her.

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