Emily, their little princess

Chapter 2

A few weeks after the gender reveal shenanigans, the Russo household found itself in a state of heightened anticipation. Isabella's due date was fast approaching, and the brothers were on high alert as if they were expecting the stork to make a surprise landing any day now.

One evening, as the family gathered for a movie night—Isabella comfortably nestled in a pillow fort designed by Lorenzo—Isabella let out a laugh, causing everyone to glance her way. "Okay, who knew the baby could be this enthusiastic about movie night? It feels like she's doing somersaults in there!"

Xander, with his usual cheeky grin, quipped, "Maybe she's practicing for the family acrobatics team."

Isabella rolled her eyes playfully, "Very funny, Xander. I hope she doesn't inherit your sense of humor."

The banter continued as the movie played, the brothers chiming in with playful comments and teasing each other about who the baby would take after the most. Luca, being his usual goofy self, even made a bet with Elijah on whether the baby would prefer pranks or peaceful naps.

As the night wore on, Isabella suddenly felt a sensation she hadn't experienced before. She exchanged a glance with Francesco, and in the midst of the good-natured chaos, she calmly said, "Well, gentlemen, it seems our little acrobat might be ready for her grand entrance."

Chaos ensued. Lorenzo, ever the composed one, took charge, directing the brothers to gather the hospital bag and calling for a cab. Elijah, the health freak, grabbed a water bottle, insisting Isabella stay hydrated. Xavier, with his flair for the dramatic, dramatically announced, "The baby is coming! Repeat, the baby is coming!"

Francesco, despite his usual stoicism, wore an expression of both excitement and concern. "Alright, everyone, let's not turn this into a comedy sketch. We've got a baby on the way. Move!"

The journey to the hospital was a mix of laughter, nervous energy, and Lorenzo muttering driving instructions to their driver. Once they arrived, the brothers, in their usual overprotective fashion, bombarded the hospital staff with questions and suggestions. They all had cold and emotionless faces ,but if you looked close enough you would find their eyes swirling with tons of emotions.

Inside the hospital waiting room, the brothers paced restlessly, creating a subtle vortex of nervous energy. Each one had their own way of dealing with the anticipation. Lorenzo, the strategist of the group, huddled in a corner, flipping through a parenting guide as if it were a tactical manual. Elijah, the doctor among them, inspected the hospital's cleanliness with an almost comical level of scrutiny.

Isabella, in the throes of labor, was the calm in the storm. She'd shoo them away with a smile, assuring them that everything was under control. However, the brothers, determined to be the fortress around their sister and soon-to-arrive niece, couldn't help but hover. " OH MY GOD, stop hovering around me like flies! Or else i swear i won't be able to distinguish between contractions and your relentless buzzing!" Isabella exclaimed with a mix of frustration and amusement. The brothers, caught in the act of their hovering, exchanged sheepish glances but didn't budge an inch.

"Come on, ragazzi, give the lady some space. I've got this," Isabella continued, waving them away with a dismissive hand. Lorenzo, always the voice of reason, tried to negotiate, "Mom, we just want to make sure you're comfortable. We're not trying to be a nuisance."

Isabella shot him a look that could melt ice, "Comfortable? With this circus act going on? If you want to be useful, go fetch me some chips, ice cream ,or something."

Xander, ever the cheeky one, couldn't resist a final quip as he retreated, "Alright, alright, Ice Master Xander is on the case. But just so you know, you'll be missing out on primo hovering services."

Lorenzo, pacing the floor, looked at the vending machine with disdain. "These hospital snacks are criminal. We need to do something about this," he declared, his mind already planning a snack revolution.

Xavier, trying to lighten the mood, added, "Maybe the baby will come out craving chocolate, and we can blame it on the snacks here."

Elijah, who was in the midst of lecturing a nurse about the benefits of hand sanitizer, chimed in, "Chocolate cravings or not, the hygiene here needs an upgrade."

Francesco, catching wind of their banter, couldn't help but crack a small smile. "Alright, alright, snack revolutions and hygiene audits can wait."

Then they heard Isabella's screaming, " YOU ARE FUCKING DISCUSSING ABOUT VENDING MACHINES WHILE I'M IN LABOR?"

The brothers froze mid-conversation, their banter abruptly halted by Isabella's sudden outburst. They exchanged bewildered glances before Lorenzo, the quickest on his feet, stammered, "Uh, vending machines? No, we were just, you know, strategizing about—"

Isabella interrupted, her eyes narrowing with a mix of pain and exasperation, "Strategizing about snacks and vending machines? I'm here bringing a tiny human into the world, and you're discussing your midnight munchies?"

Francesco, who had been standing more at the periphery, attempting to keep a stoic facade, couldn't suppress a smirk. "Gentlemen, perhaps the snack revolution can wait until after the birth. Focus on the task at hand, capisce?"

The brothers nodded vigorously, suddenly finding the vending machine debate to be the least pressing matter in the room. As Isabella's screams and the beeping of machines intensified, they exchanged a collective glance, silently agreeing to shift their attention back to the imminent arrival of their baby sister.

"Alright, let's make this interesting. Place your bets on when our little princess is going to make her grand entrance," Elijah declared, producing a makeshift chart from his back pocket.

Enzo, the stoic and composed elder brother, arched an eyebrow but couldn't resist the allure of a friendly wager. "I'll go for a fashionably late arrival. We're talking evening, guys."

Xander, the cheeky bad boy, leaned back in his chair with a smirk. "I'm feeling spontaneous. Midday surprise, anyone?"

Luca, the youngest and the foodie, chimed in, "I say she's eager to join the food fest. Early morning, just in time for breakfast."

Lorenzo, always the strategist, studied the chart thoughtfully. "Let's go for the statistically probable afternoon slot. It's when most births happen, statistically speaking, of course."

Alessandro, the tattoo enthusiast and aspiring lawyer, quipped, "I'll bet on an evening arrival. A dramatic entrance suits our family."

Xavier, the goofy prankster, couldn't resist injecting some humor. "Maybe she'll pop out during one of Luca's midnight snack raids. How about a midnight special?"

Elijah chuckled at their diverse predictions, making a note on the chart. "Alright, let the waiting game begin. Winner gets bragging rights and maybe a pat on the back from the little lady herself."

After what felt like both an eternity and the blink of an eye of Isabella screaming in Russian, a nurse emerged from the delivery room with a grin that spoke volumes. "Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl!" she announced.

AND i'm done with another chapter! I have example all next week so i'll probably be uploading less ,but i promise i will make it up to you guys. 

you guys gotta wait for isabella's reaction on the bets 🤪

If anyone has any suggestion or comment feel free to tell me.

ALSO  feel free to vote, add it to your library ,or just read (it makes me happy)

Chao👋