Amaira Romano , the princess of ITALY.
A cute little inoccent girl who can make anyone heart flutter at her cuteness.
Everything was going smoothly in her life..
Loving and Caring Parents
6 Overprotective and Supportive Brothers
Loving Uncles and...
So... I thought to give the update today instead of tomorrow
ENJOY ~ 😌
Author 's Pov :
2 Years Old Amaira
"Laado, You're becoming a bad girl" Ananya, Amaira's Mother said with a stern look to which 2 years old little Amaira giggled throwing her arms around her Mumma
"Mmammm" Amaira tried to speak giving her toothy smile to her Mumma which melts her heart at her daughter 's cuteness and a smile broke on her face
"Eth baby , Are you teaching your sister all this ?" She said picking up a 2 years old Ethan who giggled at her Mother
"You both are a naughty" She huff to her babies who was giggling , trying to stand on their feet pecking her Mother's cheek , pampering her
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"Even they can't stop themselves from kissing you, Amore" Ananya blushed at her husband who walked into the room in his black tuxedo clearing stating that he just had arrived from his office
"See , Your Principessa is showing tantrums to me cause she dont wanna wear cloth" Ananya glance at her daughter who jump into her's father arms
"My Eth is a good boy. Right Baby ?" Ananya said picking Ethan in her arms who gladly showed his mother his front teeth
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"Paa...Pppa" Amaira mumbled hiding her face into his father's neck not liking that her Mother is angry with her
"My little Principessa ! Why are you troubling your Mumma ? Hmm ?" Salvatore asked his daughter caressing her bare back as she was just wearing her underwear
"Nnnmm" Amaira just mumbled something in her language with a pout on her lips making her father laughed at her
"Its okay. Today I'll make my principessa ready" Salvatore sat on the bed with Amaira on his lap , taking the dress from his wife who was playing with her son and trying to hide her smile from her daughter who was continuously staring at her Mumma
