Loved And Hated

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This is going to be a short chapter, as I just wanted to write this cute little scene. It made me cry when I was writing it as I think everyone deserves love and someone to lean on. It made me think about the kids who are living like Elijah and I hope that someday every child is loved like they should be. Anyway, back to the story :)

I was sat there on my laptop with a hot chocolate a maid gave to me. I had never had a hot chocolate before and it was sweet and it was like pure heaven. I sat there all warm beside the fire in complete peace whilst I write my essay needed for english.

The subject was called: Family; is blood thicker than water?

Its a very good question. Family isnt about blood. And it isnt about where you came from. Its nice to know where you came from but it isnt the most important thing. A family are those who make you feel at home. They make you feel comfortable wherever you are. They can call you name, tease you and throw eachother in pools and you just laugh it off, knowing they do it out of love and not hate, you-

I get interupted when the door opens with Mason carrying a crying Eve in his arms. I mentally laugh in my head and I look towards Carlo, Marco and Danielo as they just roll their eyes. Grandpa looks like he has a headache and my uncles and father look unintrested. 

The only one who looked like they truly care was Luca, and thats just because he has a kind soul. He hated it when people cried. He just wanted everyone to be happy. But I also knew for a fact that he was like that with everyone.

I raised my eyebrow at them and they just shake there head. It looked like Alfeo and Roberto were trying not to laugh. Riccardo and Marcello came over and sat next to me with their heads on either of my shoulders. They were reading what I put and they were smiling. The others then all came around and we all sat together for a second.

This was a distraction. What were they planning? The lights went out and I started to freak out. I look to see a little light. 

It was a birthday cake. With a large 15 candle. It had a dark chocolate icing with flowers iced along the side. It was the first birthday cake I had ever gotten that was just for me.

I look as they all sing happy birthday surrounding me with love and affection. It made me feel whole. Like I was finally worth being loves.

I wasnt a mistake. For god sake no one is a mistake. I was made for a reason. My votes on kicking ass but whatever. 

I blew out the candles with tears in my eyes. But they werent sad tears. They were happy tears. I was grinning so much with the tears going into my mouth. They started to cry with me. Even Grandpa.

"Thanks guys. I love all of you.", I whisper to them. They all say I love you back at the same time which causes us all to laugh. These people may be the evil and dark italian Mafia, but they were also my family. They teddy bears I had grown to know them as.

Grandma hands me the knife and I cut the cake into 16 slices. It was a chocolate sponge with a rich cream cutting it off in the middle. I had always watched as they ate the cake infront of me. As I watched Eve smile at me whilst eating. Her taunting me.

"Ive never had birthday cake before.", I say outloud. They all look at me shocked and then they went back to normal. They gave me the biggest piece and watched as I ate it slowly. It was delectable. The greatest taste I had ever tasted. Not because of the cake.

Because of how much love went into making it. The time they took to make me one.

We all fell asleep into eachothers arms and I felt myself being carried into a room, but it wasnt mine. It was my fathers. He cradled me in his arms as he slept peacefully.

"Thank you dad. This was a perfect day.", I mumble.

"no problem, you are my baby girl after. My princess.", He says. I smile to the thought. I had never considered myself a princess. I always considered myself a knight. The one to come and save the day. The one to make the enemies temble in fear. I look up to him. 

"Im not a princess. Im a queen dad.", I say. He smiles down at me.

"Of course you are. You rule this family. And you do it like a queen would. Im so proud of you. Dont tell the others, but you are my favourite and Im sure Grandpa would agree. Also he is betting on that chess game with you.", He says. I laugh at him softly. I nod and cuddle further into his arms.

I fell asleep peacefully. I hadnt had a nightmare since I had gotten here, probably because Ive slept with someone every night. This time I had my father.

I was in his arms safe from the world. From everything.

But they always says their is quiet before the storm.

(I hate writing nightmare scenes, as I am not a cruel person and it just doesnt make sense to me for someone to hurt another so badly, but I will have to write one soon, so please dont hate on the scene as I guess Im not use to writing something like that. Thanks for reading :) )