Chances Romano x Baby!Reader

It was a frost bitten December night and Naples was silent and peaceful.

Most of Naples was silent and peaceful.

A large brick built house on a hill was the exception.

Inside sat a man known to most as Lovino Vargas holding his baby (name) as she cried for her mother.

“Stop crying raggazza, your Momma isn’t coming back. She took all her shit. She’s gone.”  Lovino told the child as he awkwardly bounced the child in his arms.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! the child shrieked making the man jump.

“What do you want?” The weary Italian asked the child, setting her in back in her crib.

Then (name) began to really howl, for a moment Lovino thought the child’s lungs would explode. He watched the child thrash around the crib, tears escaping her (e/c) eyes, her face bloody red. The sight making Lovino feel so goddamned helpless, he began to cry.

He picked (name) up holding her shaking little frame against his own tall one “Shhhh… I know, I know. You miss your momma. And it doesn’t help that I’m a terrible papa. But I can be better (name) I promise. Just give me a chance.”

“Please (name) give me a chance”

The baby then replaced her crying with a giggle, her grimace with a beaming smile and her eyes seemed to light up a bit.

She’d given him a chance.