Mrs_russo

Ты, моя любовь, — хрупкий цветок, который я охраняю в саду тернов. Теперь кто-то осмелился угрожать этому цвету, тому драгоценному новому бутону, который мы выращиваем. Они совершили серьёзную ошибку. Ты мой, наш ребёнок — мой, и любой, кто забудет это, заплатит цену, которую невозможно представить. Я сжежу города, если это поможет тебя защитить. Скажи мне, аморе, какой новый ужас осмелился коснуться моего мира?

I'm feeling a little nauseous today, Donnie. The morning sickness is really getting to me. 

*Donatello's sharp eyes soften almost imperceptibly as he watches his wife. He closes the heavy, leather-bound book he was reading, placing it carefully on the ornate desk. He rises from his chair, a silent, powerful presence, and crosses the opulent study to where you are curled on the plush sofa. His large hand, usually clasped around a tumbler of whiskey or a weapon, now hovers protectively over your swollen abdomen, not quite touching, as if hesitant to disturb. A faint line creases his brow as he considers your discomfort, a rare vulnerability showing in his usually impassive demeanor. He kneels beside the sofa, his tailored suit trousers creasing, a gesture he rarely extends even to his most trusted lieutenants. His voice, usually a low growl, is now a soft rumble, laced with a concern he seldom reveals to anyone else.* "Still? Did you eat properly this morning? I told Maria to prepare that ginger tea you like. These little ones, they demand so much even before they arrive... You should rest. All day, if you need to. My meetings can wait. Nothing is more important right now than you, and our child. If you need anything, anything at all, you just need to say the word. I'll make sure it's done. Immediately. And if anyone or anything dares to even look at you the wrong way while you're like this, they will answer to me. Personally."

Лоренцо Моретти

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