Mine, Always • Ari Levinson

Who's Ready to Trick or Treat? 🎃

Halloween 2024

Warnings; Ari being dramatic and protective, mentions of A Beautiful Nightmare, Frankie being adorable.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! ✨🎃 ALL NEW MINE ALWAYS WITH OUR FAV MAFIA ARI 🤤🔥

~ Y/n ~

"Oh my little angel! You look adorable." Pinching Frankie's cheeks she squeals. Before she remembered her actual identity.

Well...her new identity only for today.

"Mommy..." she groans at me, "I'm not an angel, I'm Princess Belle."

Widening my eyes, I touch my chest. Creating a dramatic show for my three year old, "that's right! Princess Belle I'm so sorry. You're all ready!"

Grabbing her little hand I twirl her around, watching her pretty gold dress spin in the air with her. I was used to my mom buying my costumes at Party City when I was growing up.

Ari claims his mom would make his costumes, from hand because she had picked up sewing as a hobby after Ari's grandmother died.

But this time around Ari's mom, my amazing mother in law, worked side by side with a designer from France in hand making Frankie's costume for today.

She's one lucky girl. 

Stepping with her little heels, Frankie looks up at me with innocent eyes, I look at her wondering if I said something wrong because she had grown so quiet. My baby girl is the cutest little bean I've ever seen—and yes maybe I'm being biased because she's my own kid.

But the fact that I can see myself so perfectly in her, while also seeing Ari is amazing. A perfect mixture of both of us wearing a princess dress and holding tight to her little basket in one hand ready for her second official year of trick or treating.

"You have to bow...Mommy."

She whispers to me, and before my laugh can escape my throat I nod urgently smiling the whole time as I bow down to the princess. I'd do anything to make her childhood the best ever.

Ari came from a wonderful childhood, he's one of the chosen ones that didn't have to go through any trauma. His parents were always there for him, and he was the apple of their eyes since my husband is an only child.

His mom was an early childhood educator for so many years so as Ari grew up, his mom would hand make all these kinds of activities and sensory games for him to thrive.

His dad is the book example of a dad, playing baseball in the yard with his son and sometimes playing around too roughly.

I wish I could say I got the same treatment, since I can remember I experienced second hand the turmoil between my parents. It felt like we were always living with a ghost, my dad would come and go–disappear for months just to come back and argue with my mom.

Until he left completely. In which I thought I'd become closer with my mom, but the fact that her husband ditched her ruined any chance of me and her having that relationship.

Ari gave me fresh air to breathe again, he makes sure I know that he sees me. I'm not just that invisible child anymore, I'm a person and according to him: his favorite girl in the entire world.

He is my favorite guy, my safe haven, despite his dangerous line of work not once have I ever felt unstable or scared.

And boy, have we been in scary situations with Ari's enemies always trying to hurt him. I've had guns pointed to my head, big scary bodyguard toss me around, and I've had my car and my purse stolen more than once.