I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips., Etienne

[fiorenza dirisio]

Fiorenza was already ready but Giacomo just wasn't doing all too well that day. He was a little more cranky than usual considering that he had to wake up with her gone when he usually woke up to both her and Etienne and right as she had came home, Etienne had left. He, admittedly, was a little too attached to the both of them and it made things a little more complicated for the two of them but if you asked her, she wouldn't have it any other way. She liked the fact that there was someone for her to care after and someone who actually wasn't able to function very well without her. She let him play around in the living room of their small home, dressed in his little baby jeans, a long sleeve and a small jersey which actually matched the one that Etienne would be wearing just much, much smaller.

She kept an eye on him as she packed all the necessary items for him and some snacks in his baby bag before then taking it off the counter, her cell in her pocket and her purse in her free hand. She walked towards Giacomo, pulling her trench over the dark jeans and black blouse she had on before pulling on her her boots. She probably didn't look like she was a mother and she knew that she was far too young to be one but she wasn't one to use motherhood as an excuse to dress impeccably. She had lost the excess weight that she had prior to the pregnancy and if we're going to be honest, she looked better than she did prior to it and happened to be in better shape. She put Giacomo's jacket on for him, pulling his toque down over his head and put the baby bag over her shoulder along with her purse before lifting Giacomo and grabbing her keys off of the small table near the door.

She walked out, Giacomo already playing with strands of her hair and trying to get her attention by saying Mama followed by a bunch of gibberish. Locking the door to their house she walked out towards her Aston Martin -- because you honestly couldn't expect her to give her up -- and set Giacomo in his car seat, locking him in before starting up the car and making her way to Etienne's game. She hadn't told him that they were going to come but this was, if we're going to be honest, something she had done upon impulse. Oh, and the fact that she wanted Giacomo to stop whimpering about Papa.

Who are we going to see, Como?!

PAPA! PAPA!

He responded, bouncing up and down in his seat, his legs kicking out as he giggled to himself. She smiled at him through the rear view mirror before turning her attention back to the road ahead of her and continued to talk to him for the rest of the ride there. Once there, she took him out, the bag back on her shoulder and walked into the gymnasium, pushing her dirty blonde hair out of her face and looking for a spot to sit. After finally finding one she put the bag down in front of her, Giacomo in her lap and took off her jacket, setting it down and taking off her sons as well only to have him start to scream with excitement, apparently already spotting Etienne.

PAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAAAAA!

She chuckled to herself, taking off his toque and kissing the top of his head, fixing his hair and clothes as he wiggled in her lap.

[etienne ambrogino]

Etienne was completely involved in the game at the moment. His team was down by one and there was only forty five seconds left in the first half. He got the ball and dribbled down the court, taking it straight to the bucket for an easy layup. SWEET. Basketball wasn't his greatest sport, but other than soccer, it was the one he got the most fun out of. He would never be that guy who scored 40 points per game, but with the bucket he just hit he'd made his total for the game so far fourteen.

He ran back to get on defense quickly, his hands up as his man came towards him with the ball. He was completely focused, but as he jumped up to block the shot he grabbed the opponet's jersey by mistake and a foul was called on him. Thankfully, he'd also managed to block the shot so the other team didn't get an And-1. He lined up at the foul line, watching the guy he'd fouled miss his first shot, then looking up as he heard his son's screaming over the crowd. He shot Fiorenza and Giacomo a smile before focusing on the basket again. The second shot went in, tying the game, and a second later the buzzer went to signify the end of the half.

Etienne walked over to the bench, picking up a towel and drinking from the huge jug of water he'd brought with him. The team met at the bench for a minute where Etienne was told he wouldn't be starting the second half because they were worried about him getting into foul trouble - he'd already had three called on him so far. Nodding his head he walked away from the bench and towards the bleachers, standing at the bottom, a few rows below where Fiorenza sat with Giacomo. He couldn't go up and sit with them, but he wanted to say hi at the very least.

GIACOMOOOOOOOOOOO!

He called out to his son with a smile, beaming as the kid started giggling and reaching out towards him even though he knew that Fiorenza probably wanted to kill him where he stood for getting the baby more excited. The past ten months had been hard for the two of them, getting used to being responsible for another life, but Etienne wouldn't trade it for the world. He loved his son more than life itself, and he loved Fiorenza as well. He'd said those three words for the first time when he was absolutely sure he'd meant it, moments after Giacomo had been born.

[fiorenza dirisio]

She was watching the game, trying to contain her son by whispering little words in Italian to him in his ear only to have him get more excited at the thought of his father coming to them after the game. What the poor boy didn't realize was that it was only the second quarter. She smiled at him though and picked up one of Giacomo's chubby arms to wave at him. She watched Etienne approach the bleachers and when he called out to Giacomo she could swear she wanted to take him out with the sippy cup in the bag. Instead, she picked him up and walked down, standing in front of him and held out Giacomo who was doing a mixture of baby language, English, Italian and happened to be kicking and throwing his arms around everywhere.

I think he gets his primitive nature from you.

She teased with a lopsided grin before holding Giacomo to herself and kind of smothering him to make him stop for a moment which actually helped a bit. She leaned forwards, brushing her lips over his own and then looked down at their son who looked a little depressed right now.

What's wrong Giacomo?

Pa.

Was all he said as an answer, one of his chubby fingers pointed at his fathers face and he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Maybe we shouldn't have came.

She muttered under her breath. Not that she didn't like bringing him to Etienne's games, she just didn't want to cope with him having a fit and starting to cry.

[etienne ambrogino]

Etienne grinned as Fiorenza came down with Giacomo, kissing her back and reminding himself to buy her a present for having to be all lovey with his sweaty self. Yes, he was drenched in sweat at the moment, and he probably stank something horrible, which was one of the reasons he was hesitant to take Giacomo from Fiorenza, not wanting to get him all dirty.

Don't say that, I'm glad you came. You two are my good luck charms.

He said, kissing Fiorenza again and then kissing Giacomo on his forhead.

Just give me a second.

He said, talking to Giacomo for a minute and pointing over to the bench so he would know that Etienne would be right back. He was still at that age where he could never be too sure if his parents were going to come back to him, so both Etienne and Fiorenza had a hard time leaving Giacomo with one of them. When Fiorenza went out and left Etienne with the baby, Giacomo spent the majority of the time she was gone whining for mama, crying, and swatting away the bottles that Etienne tried to give him, even though they'd weened him off the titty already. After a brief discussion with the coach, Etienne came back to his family.

Coach said if you want, you two can sit on the bench with me for the second half. He's not putting me in until seven minutes anyways, and if the ball gets near him you have about four guys that'll jump in front of it.

He joked, because it was true. Etienne's teammates had gotten used to having Giacomo around. Sometimes Etienne took him with him to practice and they let him pretend to shoot the ball. It was actually adorable to say the least. Bottom line was that nobody was going to let the baby get hit with the ball, still, it was Fiorenza's call.

[fiorenza dirisio]

She kissed him back and watched him speak to Giacomo, cradling him in her arms and swinging him back and forth, singing to him softly just to make sure that he didn't start up with the entire whimpering act again. She nodded and watched him walk back to the bench and sat down on the nearest seat next to her, still speaking to him and lifting his arm to show him where his papa was only to get him to start squealing again. She looked up at Etienne and looked down at their son and frowned slightly.

Can we just sit off to the side? I think we'll be too distracting if we're that close.

Fiorenza asked, blowing a raspberry on Giacomo's neck just to hear him giggle because all we can picture is the baby with the paper and we just ripped it.

[etienne ambrogino]

For the sake of not wasting the next six posts on playing out a basketball game, we're going to go ahead and say that Etienne agreed with Fiorenza and sat with her and a giggling Giacomo on the bottom bench of the bleachers until he was called into the game for the last ten minutes. He scored seventeen points, including the final three pointer that allowed his team to win the game. It was glorious. Sweaty and with a towel around his neck, he headed back to Fiorenza and Giacomo with a grin on his face.

Did you see that Fio? Your man won the game for the team!

He said excitedly, leaning over and kissing her regardless of how gross he was at the moment. He didn't care. He was happy, which is why his next move was to lift Giacomo up into the air, causing a shriek of joy as Etienne grinned at him and talked to him, telling him how amazing he was. By he we mean Etienne. He was still kind of full of himself after all.

Sorry Mommy, time for the victory lap.

He said, holding Giacomo up as he decided to run up and down the court, his teammates humoring him by cheering until he made it back to where Fiorenza waited, handing back Giacomo.

Meet me outside the locker room in ten?

He asked, because duh, he needed to shower like whoa.