The sky was a dark royal blue decorated by white, twinkling stars that hung on the Milky Way's invisible branches. The soft white glow of the moon subtley illuminated little __________________'s room, your child with your husband Lovino.
All of these familiar characteristics communicated that it was late night in South Italy, where everyone was sleeping away...except for one little family.
"Papa...please stay with me. I'm not ready to sleep yet.." your little _________________ said, looking at Lovino with puppy eyes.
Lovino let out a low growl and his shoulders tensed upward and shook a little but he bit his lip and exhaled, allowing his shoulders to relax with his breathing. It was already 10:30 PM and this KID still wasn't asleep...but no matter how angry he got he couldn't bring himself to throttle the kid like he would with Feliciano when he wanted to stay up late chatting.
"Papa...?" _________________ said again.
"Ok ok! Don't whine so much." Romano said, flicking off the bedroom light, leaving the door just ajar. Taking advantage of the dark he rolled his eyes before turning on a light instrumental lullaby, hoping to set the mood for __________________ to grow sleepy. "There; now I'll sit with you." Romano said half-heartedly, plopping down in the chair beside ________________'s bed.
"No! No! Papa I want a story!" _____________________ objected.
Romano pursed his lips in agitation but stopped himself again, hastily turning on ________________'s nightstand lamp and looking into those puppy eyes.
"Fine but it's the story that I pick ok." Lovino grumbled.
__________________ didn't seem to mind and became excited, pulling the covers up to (his/her) chin and waiting with anticipation.
Romano closed his eyes for a minute, took a deep breath, and reopened them to start.
"The cats nestle close to their kittens.." he began in a gentle, smooth voice. "the lambs have laid down with the sheep..." he continued, his eyes closed. "you're cozy and warm in your bed my dear...please.." his amber eyes snapped open "go the fuck to sleep."
The music in the background continued to delicately play.
Romano cleared his throat. "The windows are dark in the town, child. The whales huddle down in the deep. I'll read you one very last book if you swear..." his voice grew slightly edgy. "you'll go the fuck to sleep."
A few clouds brushed past the moon, causing a few undefined shapes to dance across _________________'s walls.
"The eagles who soar through the sky are at rest, and the creatures who crawl run and creep." Romano continued with elegance considering the situation.
A tiny voice interupted the story with a complaint.
Romano's eyebrow twitched. "I know you're not thirsty, that's bullshit; stop lying!" Romano snapped before grinning with hidden anger and pressing __________________ against the bed gently. "Lie the fuck down my darling..and sleep.."
The sound of a lone car passing by could be heard...
"The wind whispers soft through the grass, hun. The field mice they make not a peep...it's been thirty-eight minutes already..." the Italian said as his voice elevated. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck! Go. To. Sleep!"
A neighborhood dog can be heard in the far distance...calling out to another lone pup...
"All the kids from daycare are in dreamland..the froggy has made his last peep..." Romano continued.
Another interuption from the restless child...
Romano bristled. "Hell no you can't go to the bathroom! You know where you can go?! The FUCK to sleep!"
The eerie creeks of tree branches in the wind, and soft rustle of flowers whispered in the outdoors...
"The owls fly forth from the treetops; through the air they soar and they sweep.." Romano grit his teeth. "A hot crimson rage fills my heart, LOVE. For real. Shut the fuck up and sleep."
A single shooting star flew over your house, beautiful though unseen by most everyone...
"The cubs and the lions are snoring, wrapped in a big, snuggly heap." Romano rolled out.
A thought crossed through the father's mind, making him scowl in frustration.
"How come you can do all this other great shit, but you can't lie the fuck down and sleep?!" He snapped, almost conversationally to himself.
The sweet lullaby continued in the background...
"The seeds slumber beneath the earth now and the crops that the farmers will reap..." Romano purred, hoping the softer tone would soothe the child.
No..still awake the little one proceeded to do the dreaded...asking pointless questions just to stay awake.
Romano huffed. "No more questions. This interview's over. I've got two words for you kid: Fucking sleep!"
One of your pets stopped by the doorway to peer inside for a moment before moving on its way to find a comfortable place to nest for the night.
Romano breathed a little more raggedly this time, growing impatient. "The tiger reclines in the simmering jungle. The sparrow has silenced her cheep."
Yet another request from the child..
"Fuck your stuffed bear!" Romano yelled in his usual rage tone. "I'm not getting you shit! Close your eyes! Cut the crap! Sleep!"
A small sound of movement in the house could be heard, having Romano hoping to God __________________ didn't hear it.
He began to speak again. "The flowers doze low in the meadows and high on the mountains so steep."
Then...despair with the addition of exhaustion hit the already whiney Romano.
"My life is a failure. I'm a shitty-ass parent! Stop fuckin' with me please! ...and sleep" the Italian half-sobbed.
Finally the sound of silence was the only thing present...
"The giant pangolins of Madagscar are snoozing...as I lie here and openly WEEP!" he cried. "Sure, fine, watever, I'll bring you some milk. Who the fuck cares! You're not gonna sleep.." Romano groaned.
A pair of amber eyes scanned the room "This room is all I can remember...the furniture crappy and cheap.." Romano mumbled before watching his child who he so desperately tried to calm, lept out of bed.
He plopped back against ________________'s bed, allowing his mind to wander. You win...you escape. You run down the hall..as I nod...the fuck off...and sleep...
Lovino's thoughts slowly drifted to a stop...
Around an hour later those amber eyes fluttered back open...and the thoughts started again...
Bleary and dazed I awaken..to find your eyes shut, so I keep my fingers crossed tight, as I tip-toe away..and pray that you're fucking asleep.. he thought, his ass tight as a tick as he crept from _________________'s room.
Traveling down the stairs he smiled as he saw you, __________________, his beautiful wife. You were hell of a relief from all of that shit back in the other room and besides...he had wanted to spend time with you all day!
A confident smile finally formed on Romano's face as he rather happily pondered his current position.
We're FINALLY watching our movie. Popcorn's in the microwave...
Romano's eyes widened..and his back stiffened like a board when he felt a presence behind him that wasn't his wife's...
He growled...and he fumed...before finally.. "Oh shit, goddamn it, you've got to be kidding! Go the fuck back to sleep!"
The next morning, Lovino sat at the kitchen table with dark bags under his eyes as his child glomped him from behind.
"Papa! How're you this morning!" (he/she) giggled before realizing something. "Papa...you look so tired...maybe you should lie down and sleep..."