Leila's Life (Maya and Carina Fanfic)

Feeling Threatened

I apologize in advance for the length and the bad Italian; I used Google Translate for the Italian and it may not be exactly right.

Leila POV

It's been a few days since Zio Andrew's surgery and he's healing great. With COVID it's hard because I'd like to visit him, but since I'm not a blood relative I can't go into the hospital. 

I think I mentioned before that Joey, Miranda and Ben's foster son, is one of my best friends. We've had similar experiences in the system and we both have foster parents who work at Station 19 and Grey-Sloan. He's there whenever I just need to vent about things and I do the same for him.

It's like 9 am on a Saturday and I'm just hanging out in my room when my phone starts ringing...it's Joey on FaceTime.

"Hey!" I greeted. "Hey, I just wanted to check in. How's Andrew?" he asks.

"He's doing better; Mamma saw him last night. His breathing is getting stronger and he's starting to eat more, but I guess they wanna keep him longer, a few days I think" saying that out loud made me all the more disappointed that I'd have to wait longer to see him.

"Yeah, well given the injuries he had I'm not surprised. I'm sure Miranda was behind the decision to have him stay longer" he said. "Oh! I have no doubt" suddenly I heard yelling in the living room; I heard Mamma's voice, but there was another voice I didn't recognize.

"What's going on?" Joey asked. "I don't know...I'm gonna check it out" I slowly walked to my bedroom door, opened it and peaked out.

I saw a woman about Mamma's height hugging her...she was also speaking Italian!

Mom looked shocked, as did I. I quickly, but quietly shut the door, and slid down onto the floor. "You ok?" Joey asked.

"I...I...I don't know. There's a strange woman in my house!" It's taking everything in me not to completely freak out.

"Any ideas who it is?" Joey asks. "Well, she obviously knows my Mamma; she was speaking Italian for Christ's sake!" I quietly yelled.

"What were they saying?" "Oh come on Joey! I know Italian, but not that much Italian!...deep breathing..." I need to calm down.

"Why don't you call me back when you know more...or we could just hang out later and you can tell me then?" he asks; Joey always seems to know what I need.

"Ok, how about you come pick me up in like an hour and a half" I don't know if that was enough time, or too much time.

"Sounds good, see ya!" I waved and hung up. As much as I hate it, I need to see who this woman is, who is she? And how does she know my Mamma?"

I slowly opened my door to hear and see what was going on...I wasn't ready to walk out just yet. I saw everyone in the kitchen; the woman was making espresso for Mamma...she poured her a glass.

"Mmmmm, perfetto" I heard Mamma say. "You'll have to teach me your secret" Mom said. 

"The secret is to make it good" the other woman says; she said that with a kind of snarkyness that I didn't appreciate.

"Well, after 13 tries, 6 first-degree burns, and one cup of literal spilled milk, I have-I have failed at doing that" I stepped out of my room and started walking towards the kitchen.

"You put milk in the espresso?" The woman asked; she raised her eyebrows and had this look on her face like "who are you?" "chi è questa?" (who is this person) I heard her say; that I understood and could feel anger forming for this person.