Lorenzo
I’m on tenterhooks waiting for my daughter to arrive. My daughter….
Still doesn’t feel real since I haven’t laid eyes on her in person yet. I already loved her pictures. After the implosion with my father this morning, I feel like my life is spinning out of control. Someone tried to possibly kill me, the woman I loved and wanted to marry and threatened my little one that I wasn’t aware of. My parents both are nuts it seems. Maybe I should go have a preventative mental health screen considering those two.
I look up as Carlo walks in “They are here.” I nod and run my hands down my thighs quickly before standing up. He claps me on the shoulder as I take a deep breath.
“You got this Lorenzo. This is the easy part.”
Francesca walks in holding a dark haired little ball of pink. Her
