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"I'm not eating that." Stefano grumbled.

Angelo's eyes lit up, "Oh! Give it to me!"

I raised an eyebrow, "It's jello."

"Yeah, so? I like jello. Give."

"You sound like a child."

"Mentally, he is a child." Lexi smirked.

Angelo narrowed his eyes, "Can I please just have the jello?"

"You know what? I sort of want it now..." Stefano grinned.

"Don't you dare."

He grabbed the spoon and took a large bite of the strawberry jello. Angelo clenched his jaw.

"You are working your way up to a second stab wound." Angelo growled.

I rolled my eyes, "Is this a mafia thing? Threatening to stab each other?"

"Or shoot each other." Stefano answered with a mouth full of jello.

"You two are idiots." I sighed.

We all looked over when the door swung open, I immediately looked at Stefano. His whole body was tense, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were wide. I gently grabbed his hand, giving him a reassuring sqeeuze. He looked at me, his stare begging for help.

I sighed and looked back at his mother and father, "Hi."

His mother smiled sadly before looking at Stefano. She opened her mouth to speak, but immediately shut it. Marco frowned at her nervous look, he then looked at his son.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly.

Stefano remained quiet as he looked away, Angelo frowned at him.

"He's doing better." He said.

Marco nodded, "I, uh, think you two will be ready to leave by Friday. But you need to take it easy for a week or two."

Angelo nodded, "Thank you."

An awkward silence fell over us for a bit until a gunshot went off. We all jumped and looked towards the door.

"Damn it, Hank!" Vincent's voice sounded.

"That fucker had it coming!" Hank yelled back.

"You can't just shoot a spider! Especially in a hospital!"

"I just saved all of your lives."

"How?" Vincent asked.

"That spider was Lucifer himself, he-ow! Honestly, Cynthia! You're taking his side?"

"You just shot a spider in a hospital!" Cynthia snapped.

"He was looking at me with those beady little eyes!" Hank retorted.

"That's it, give me the gun."

"What? Why?"

"Hank, so help me, I will hit you with my purse this time. Give. Me. The. Gun."

"Fine. Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Are you two done? And Cynthia do you even know how to handle a gun?" Vincent asked.

"Yes, I do....just take it."

We all frowned as they walked in, all three stopped and looked at us with wide eyes.

"It was his fault." Vincent and Cynthia mumbled as they pointed at him.

Hank frowned, "Just throw me under the bus why don't you?"

Lexi rolled her eyes, "We heard the whole conversation."

"Pretty sure all of America heard it too." Angelo mumbled.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, "Are we ever going to have a normal day?"

Hank furrowed his eyebrows, "What are you rambling about? This is a normal day."

"I wouldn't consider shooting a spider in a hospital a normal day." I replied.

"Well, if you hear another gun shot, that will be me shooting this idiot." Vincent growled, glaring at Hank.

"No guns for a week." Cynthia added in.

"Awe, come on! What about Payton?" Hank whined.

Cynthia's eyes widened, "Payton has a gun?"

Hank paled, "Maybe..."

"What the hell, Hank? She's fifteen! You shouldn't trust a fifteen year old, alone, with a gun! At least wait till she's a little older and mature." She scolded.

"Well, if she's anything like her father, she'll have to wait until she's fifty. This idiot is forty one and shoots a spider." Stefano sounded.

As they all started to bicker I couldn't help but smile. Even while bickering you could see the love. This is just one huge family.

I sighed as I stared at the number, a 103° fever, awesome. I groaned, I can't get sick now. I have to go and pick Stefano up with Vincent. I could always act okay and go anyway. A grin appeared on my face before I looked at myself in the mirror.

"I look like a zombie." I grumbled.

"About time, I thought you slept in." Vincent chuckled as I climbed into the car.

I forced a smile, "Nope, couldn't decide on what I wanted to wear today."

"You didn't change at all, still can't make decisions when it comes to clothes."

I flashed him a playful glare, "Says the guy who always worries about his hair."

He shrugged, "It's an italian thing."

"Uh huh."

"What? Don't uh huh me."

I laughed, "Oh, I need to get you a man."

"For the fifth time, I am not gay!" He exclaimed.

I patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, you can come out when you're ready."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Egg face."

"Asswipe."

"Dickhead."

We both laughed, after a while we became silent. I sighed and leaned my head against the cold window, almost sighing again. My head was pounding by the time we reached the hospital and my stomach was doing flips. I still plastered on a smile though, not wanting to worry Vincent.

Once we reached their room, Angelo was already leaving with Lexi, who still hasn't told him that she's pregnant. I smiled at them as Lexi gave me a nervous glance.

"It'll be fine." I mouthed.

She nodded as she grabbed his hand, earning a smile from him. I smiled at the obvious love between them. I should make a ship name from them. Once they disappeared around the corner, I turned back to see Stefano just putting on his shirt. I had to rip my gaze away from his abs as I focused on his face. When he saw me his eyes lit up, but then filled with worry.

He walked over and greeted Vincent, but closely looked at me. He narrowed his eyes before gently placing his hands on my hips.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

I smiled, "Yeah, I'm good."

He didn't look convinced, but he wrapped his arm around me anyway. When we got into the car, I practically collapsed on the seat. This didn't help, but earn an even more worried look from Stefano.

"Why don't you sit in the passenger seat? My rib won't hurt if I sit back there." He suggested.

I shook my head, "No, it's bumpier back here. I'm fine."

"Fine, but you are coming to my house."

"What?"

He smirked, "You are coming to my house."

"Why? I'm no longer in dang-

"No. My house."

I scowled at him, "I am going back to my house."

"No."

"Stefano De Rege, I swear to god, if-

"Don't say God's name in vain." He smirked.

I blinked, "I'm going to kill you."

"No, you won't."

I folded my arms across my chest and glared at him. He only stared at me with that smirk still on his face.

"Do you hate me still?" He asked teasingly.

"Can we run him over with the car? Or throw him in the trunk?" I asked Vincent.

My brother raised an eyebrow and laughed, "No, both are illegal."

I gaped at him, "You just killed someone! That's even more illegal!"

"No, that's different. I simply took the trash out of our lives." He grinned.

These men are going to be the death of me. I swear.

"You are coming to my house or...I'm coming to your's. Your choice." Stefano sounded.

I sighed in defeat, "Your house."

"Thought you would see it my way."

"Only because your couch in comfy."

He chuckled, "You won't be sleeping on the couch though."

"Well, clearly, I'll be in my room."

"Nope, not there either." He smiled.

I frowned, "Then where am I sleeping?"

"My room."

"E-excuse me?" I stammered.

He sighed happily, "My room."

"The one you told me to leave while you were drowning yourself in Vodka?"

He stiffened a little, "Maybe."

"Fine. I get the bed though."

"Well, duh."

I smirked, "And you get the floor."

"What? Why?" He pouted.

"I am not sharing a bed with a man I'm not even dating."

"So...are you a lesbian?"

"What? No." I sighed.

He's impossible.

"Fine. Then you're mine." He stated.

A warm feeling filled my chest as a blush formed on my face. I quickly looked out the window. Leave it to Stefano to make me act like a girl with a crush.

You love him, you stupid connoli. I told myself.

I internally groaned when Vincent went over a bump, making my stomach feel worse. I ended up curling up in the back seat and falling asleep.

"I'll carry her, your rib is fractured. You shouldn't be carrying anything."

"But she isn't that heavy, I can-

"Stefano."

"Fine."

I opened my eyes to see Vincent opening my door while Stefano pouted behind him. My brother smiled at me, but I was still half asleep. He laughed before picking me up bridal style and walking towards the house.

Stefano walked beside us, wincing every now and then. I gave him a concerned look, but he only smiled at me. I eventually fell back asleep, leaning my head against Vincent's chest.

When I woke up again, the sun was setting and there was an arm around me. I slowly looked over to see Stefano sleeping beside me, snoring softly into the pillow.

I smiled as I studied his face, for once, I could see him without all the stress on his face. I carefully turned onto my side and stroked his cheek. He stirred a bit, but only nuzzled his face into the pillows again.

I cuddled against him, enjoying the sense of safety. Even though I was told to not share a bed with a man before marriage, I couldn't bring myself to move.

Plus, why would I move away from the man I plan to marry sometime in the future?