I would so get even when the time came for him to meet my disaster of a family.
"And my mom Bianca," he added, kissing his mother's cheek fondly. She moved away from him quickly, darting under his arm as she made her way to me. Gabriella squirmed in my arm as the boys raced from around the island and into the living room, leaving me with no choice but to set her down so that she could chase after them.
"Oh, Mimmo!" Bianca said, stretching out her arms as she approached. Hands touching either side of my face, she studied me intently with tears brimming in her eyes. "She is beautiful."
"Si, Mamma," Enzo laughed. "Maybe don't scare her off before I put a ring on her finger or you'll never get your grandbabies."
"Sorry," she chuckled, releasing me and stepping back. "My Enzo has never introduced us to a girl before. He didn't even tell his poor Mamma he was seeing anyone."
I giggled nervously, glancing to Enzo and considering my words. "We haven't known each other for long," I said. "I don't think either of us saw this coming."
"Ah well, he is Italian, yes? They know what they want. His father knew he planned to marry me within days! The shit that he was." She leaned in, dropping her voice down to a whisper. "Poor Mia was knocked up within a month."
"I can hear you, Mamma," Mia groaned, but the smile on her face was thoroughly entertained even as she rolled her eyes at her mother's antics.
"This would probably be part of what Enzo means about scaring her off," Elisa said, glancing down at her cell phone to type out a message furiously.
"Put your phone away," Bianca scolded. "We are at your brother's home and meeting his girlfriend. How rude are you? She'll think I raised the lot of you in a barn."
"I'm pretty sure people who live in barns can't afford cell phones, Mom," Elisa laughed, but she tucked the phone into her back pocket as Enzo moved in for a hug.
"How's school?" he asked, kissing the top of her head.
"Calculus is kicking my ass. Why did I let you talk me into taking it again?"
"Language!" Bianca gasped, turning her attention back to me. "She was switched at birth. I swear it." I laughed, the statement so similar to something my Mama would say about me that I felt an instant kinship with Enzo’s youngest sister.
"Like Enzo doesn't swear!" the teenager yelled. "He's a grown man, Mom. Stop acting like we're in Church."
"Your brother is grown, yes. But you are not, my sweet, exasperating child. When you live on your own, then you may swear like a sailor if you so wish. For now, you follow my rules." The girl rolled her eyes, sinking further into Enzo's side.
"She had the same rules for me when I was young," Enzo reassured her, moving away slowly and coming back to my side. He wrapped himself around my back, comforting me through the contact that set me on edge. I didn't have much experience with a boyfriend's family. Patrick was the extent of my serious relationships, but he'd always kept me at a respectable distance in front of them. Enzo didn't seem to give a shit if his mother watched on with her eyes gleaming about the possibility of more grandchildren. Like the three racing around weren't enough to handle. "Food should be here soon. I ordered a delivery from Angel's."
"I could have cooked!" Bianca scolded. "You shouldn't spend so much money to feed us."
"Mamma, I have enough money to feed my family when they come over. I would have cooked something, but I didn't want Sadie to have to worry about any of that tonight. You're all terrifying enough, without having to worry about feeding you. I don't even like to cook for you."
"Having money is no reason to waste it, Lorenzo," she said, shaking her head as she moved to look at the dining room table. Immaculate as Enzo always kept it, she nodded approvingly and grabbed plates from the cupboard to set the table.
Enzo left her to it, grabbing his nephews by the shirts as they zoomed past. "Say hello to Sadie." He grinned, holding them still as the young boys tugged against his grip for freedom.
"Uncle Enzo!" Lakely groaned.
"Hi, Sadie!" Barrow said, bolting forward as Enzo released him.
Lakely leveled his uncle with a glare, squirming harder against his captivity. "Say hello, little demon," Enzo laughed. "Then you can race off and terrorize my house again."
"Hello!" Lakely finally said, stumbling over his feet when Enzo finally let him go. Rebel jumped up onto the couch, eager to be out of the path of the three terrors racing around.
"Is she yours?" Elisa asked, dropping onto the couch next to Rebel. My girl dropped her head into the teenager's lap, accepting the soothing scratches to counteract the insanity of the kids.
“She’s ours,” Enzo replied, making me swallow my instinctive response that Rebel was mine. Crap. Didn’t people get a dog together as a trial run for a child? My gaze drifted over to the kids zooming around the room, reminded of myself and the terror I’d been when I was younger.
Luna seemed so calm in comparison. Would Luna and Levi be that way when they got older, or were
