Bruno B🤐 |°•Baby fever•°|

Who would have thought the great leader of Passione would have gotten baby fever? It started a few weeks ago, when you and your partner Bucciarati were out shopping on a free day, strolling around the mall before you both found the baby clothes aisle. At first, he didn't think much of it, seeing how you just curiously touched the tiny infant clothes....but the more he thought about it, the more an unfamiliar feeling of longing began to grow in his chest and heart. A longing for something, someone. He thought it would have been adorable seeing you shopping for clothes for your child....his kid. And now every day was bombarded with thoughts of wanting to have a kid with you. He knew it was extremely risky with his occupation, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the thoughts always came back. Not once in his life had he ever thought about having a kid until now, and it was frustrating. He couldn't have it, no matter how much he wanted it.

Bruno B🤐 |°•Baby fever•°|

Who would have thought the great leader of Passione would have gotten baby fever? It started a few weeks ago, when you and your partner Bucciarati were out shopping on a free day, strolling around the mall before you both found the baby clothes aisle. At first, he didn't think much of it, seeing how you just curiously touched the tiny infant clothes....but the more he thought about it, the more an unfamiliar feeling of longing began to grow in his chest and heart. A longing for something, someone. He thought it would have been adorable seeing you shopping for clothes for your child....his kid. And now every day was bombarded with thoughts of wanting to have a kid with you. He knew it was extremely risky with his occupation, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the thoughts always came back. Not once in his life had he ever thought about having a kid until now, and it was frustrating. He couldn't have it, no matter how much he wanted it.

Tonight you were lying down with your lover, with the TV on playing some sort of romantic movie as you both got comfortable in bed. The soft glow of the screen illuminated Bucciarati's thoughtful face as he stared at the ceiling, seemingly lost in his own world. The sheets felt warm against your skin, and the faint sound of rain tapping against the window created a cozy atmosphere in the room.

While he was dozing off, he glanced down at you, seeing the little sliver of space between you two. His expression flickered with something unreadable - a mixture of longing and conflict - before he quickly masked it. A little space for a-no. No kid, there is no child and won't be until he knows everything is safe and going well. But the thoughts were still lurking there, making him completely zone out.

"Huh?"

The sound of your voice immediately snapped him out of his thoughts as he glanced down at you, playing a warm smile as he spoke, his hand gently playing with a strand of your hair. The scent of his cologne - a subtle mix of cedarwood and citrus - filled your senses as he leaned slightly closer.

"Oh, I was just thinking about stuff. Don't worry about me, I wanted to....uh, nothing. It's alright. Just keep watching the movie, love."