lostheaventales

[lostheaventales]

Finally confident enough to release the series. The first chapter will be posted in 2 hours. I have enough chapters scheduled to be posted every day for the rest of the month, which gives me enough time to prepare more chapters so, unless something happens, I won’t be taking massive breaks in between chapters.

[lostheaventales]

Garden of Eden Pt.9 *Last Part*

Description: Henry and Joe rescues Vito from the hands of Mickey Desmond.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Detailed Birth

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Joe and Henry had gotten the counterfeit money an hour after discovering the note. They organized the money in a briefcase, placing real bills on top to make it look even more convincing. Henry raced to the location. The scent of mold scurried into his nose upon entering the abandoned prison. Homeless people were scattered around the building, making the old cells their bedrooms. They were minding their business, going on about their night. Henry was starting to think they had the wrong place with the calm demeanor of the homeless. One would think they would be alarmed to see a pregnant person being taken against his will, but they treated it like it was a normal occurrence.

Henry and Joe made it to where they were keeping Vito. There he was. It seemed like it’d been an eternity since the last time he saw him. He kissed him, missing the feeling of his lips. His body was soaked in sweat.

“You have to hurry and get me out of here. I think the baby’s coming soon,” Vito stated.

“How many contractions have you had?” Henry asked, brushing his hair that was stuck to his forehead out of the way.

Vito thought for a second. “Two or three.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.” Henry reassured, not believing his own words.

“Alright, alright. Enough. Show me the money.” Mickey interrupted.

Joe opened the briefcase. Mickey and one of his goons looked into it. He nodded his head, pleased with what he saw. The goon took the briefcase away from Joe. Mickey signaled another one to untie Vito. Vito immediately ran to Henry and embraced him. A contraction hit him the moment he wrapped his arms around him. Henry placed a hand on his bump, flinching when he discovered how hard it had become. Vito took steady breaths. He let go once the contraction was over. Henry ordered him to go wait outside for them as they were about to initiate the second part of the plan. Vito waddled out. Henry grabbed the handle of his Semi that was hidden by his jacket and was stuffed into the waistband of his pants.

“Mickey?” Henry called, preparing to whip out the weapon.

“What else do you want?” Mickey complained.

Henry smirked. “I almost forgot something.”

Without giving them any time to react, he shot Mickey in the middle of his eyebrows. His limp body fell to the ground. Him and Joe took cover behind the crumbling walls and finished off the rest. When the dust had settled, Henry had to check if he was still alive by the end. He was in disbelief that one of Joe’s plans had gone off without a hitch.

They could celebrate the accomplishment later. Vito needed help. He and Joe hurried outside to see Vito in a squatting position. Henry crouched in front of him to see that his eyes were held closed and he was gritting his teeth. Vito made a loud groan, hands shooting to cradle his stomach.

“How far is the hospital?” Vito asked, leaning his forehead against Henry’s shoulder. “She’s coming now. I can feel her.”

“Oakwood, I think it is,” Joe answered.

“Oh, fuck! I won’t make it that far. The house is closer. Just take me there.” Vito tugged on Henry’s shirt, the pain increasing.

Henry wanted to protest. He heard a dripping sound hit the ground under them. A wet patch grew on the crotch of Vito’s pants. His water broke. What he wanted no longer mattered. Getting the baby out safely was what mattered now.

He lifted the laboring man up and put him in the backseat of the vehicle. Henry got in next to him to make sure he stayed calm. Joe cranked up the car. It was race against time. Vito worked to hold out until they reached the house.

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When they arrived at the house, Vito relaxed his body that was tensed up in fear from Joe’s erratic driving. Before the car was able to fully brake, Henry hopped out of the car and sprinted to the other side. He helped Vito stand up. Vito threw an arm around Henry’s back. They dashed to the front door. Joe fumbled with the keys, struggling to get to the right one. Vito squeezed onto Henry’s blazer as he felt another contraction flow through him. He kept control of his breathing, counting each breath in his head. After what felt like forever, Joe pushed open the door.

“Joe, help me get him to the bedroom.” Henry ordered.

“No, I won’t make it up there. God, it feels like she’s in between my legs.” Vito moaned. “Get me to the couch.”

“But Vito-“ Henry started.

“GET ME TO THE COUCH! IS IT THAT HARD TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND?” Vito yelled, wanting to kill Henry at the moment.

They gave in to his request. Vito lied back on the couch with his head resting on the armrest. Henry pulled down his pants and underwear. Joe instantly gagged at the sight in front of him.

“Is it just me or does your baby have a weird head, Henry?” Joe swallowed the vomit that began to brew.

“Oh, shit! The baby’s breeched.” Vito could see the color from Henry’s face drain.

Vito didn’t have time to process the information before another pain hit him. He pushed this time, aware that the baby would be having trouble getting out. The baby moved down, but not much to make any difference. He panted, using the few seconds he had between contractions to gather himself.

“You’re going to have to push harder than that.” Henry looked up from between in his legs.

“We should’ve wore a goddamn condom.” He groaned, gripping his thighs to prepare for the next push.

He bared down. His chin pressed down on his chest. Again, the baby moved down a bit. The pain was getting unbearable, especially since the baby was facing the wrong way. Vito wasn’t going to let her get harmed because he couldn’t handle the pain however. He counted to three in his head and pushed, an involuntary scream exiting his mouth. Seeing that his nails were starting to dig into the cushions of the couch, Joe held onto his hand.

“Come on, Vito. You can do this.” Joe coached, brushing back his hair.

Vito moaned. “This shit is going to kill me.”

“Vito, you managed to survive World War 2. I’m pretty sure you can survive pushing a baby out of your ass.” He bragged.

“That’s easy to say for someone who’s never had a baby in their life.” Vito smiled.

“And I would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.”

The joking around was brief. Vito stared into Joe’s eyes as he pushed once more. His grip on Joe’s hand strengthened. Joe swatted at him in an attempt to get him to release the hold.

“Fuck, Vito. You’re going to take my hand off. I need these.” Joe rubbed the bruised area.

“Sorry, Joe. This just fucking hurts,” Vito apologized. “Is she almost out, Henry?”

“Barely. On the next contraction, give me all you got.”

Vito listened. He screamed, using every muscle in his body in this push. He saw Henry shuffle along with a brief release of pressure.

“Oh my god, her legs are out.” Henry cheered. “Joe, go get some large towels, string or a shoelace, and a pair of scissors.”

Joe left to collect the things. Vito relaxed his hands on his belly, noticing the difference in its size. It had grew significantly smaller. He smiled. The thought that his child was almost born excited him. He’d been waiting for this moment for nine months. It wasn’t going the way he thought it would, but his baby would finally be here. Safe. No more worries of the O’Neills trying to kill them. They could, hopefully, enjoy being parents.

“You were right, Vito. You’re having a girl. A few more pushes and she’ll be out,” Henry announced. “Push!”

“Fuuuuck!” Vito cursed, using everything within him for the push.

“There you go, babe. One more push and she’ll be out.”

Vito took in a deep breath, puffing his chest out. With a high-pitched scream, he pushed one last time. He collapsed onto the couch. There was no more pain. A soft cry filled the air. Henry lied the tiny body on his chest. Vito snuggled the baby close to him. An instant wave of love poured over him.

He was about to announce the name he had thought of, having kept it a secret throughout the rest of his pregnancy, when he felt another heavy cramp.

“Oh! I think the doctor was right.” Vito grunted, feeling another urge to push.

“W-What are you talking about?” Henry became concerned again.

Vito groaned. “I think I’m having twins. I have to push again.”

Henry got back in between his legs. Fortunately, this one wasn’t breeched and came out with a lot more ease, coming out with only three pushes. The second baby was a boy. Henry lied him next to his sister. Both babies cried in unison.

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful. You did a great job, honey.” Henry moved next to him to get a look at the babies. “What are you going to name them?”

“Marianna Alessia Tomasino after my mother and….and…Matteo Henry Tomasino after you.” Vito looked up at Henry with a soft smile.

“Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.” Henry kissed his nose.

Vito was about to say something when he was bothered by another cramp. He was about to freak out, believing it was a third baby at first. Thankfully, was the afterbirth begging to be released. Henry quickly cut the cords. Vito expelled the unneeded tissue, marking the separation from him and the unexpected twins. After 9 months, they were now their own person. Henry disposed of the afterbirth.

Vito was in bed feeding Matteo a bottle once they were all cleaned and Vito himself had gotten some food in his body. Henry was sitting next to him giving Marianna a bottle as well. Joe watched them at the foot of the bed, amazed by the sight before him.

“Wow. Vito Scaletta’s a father. I can’t believe it,” Joe commented.

“You want to hold one?” Vito asked, periodically taking the bottle out of Matteo’s mouth, which caused him to whimper. “Here. You’ve only been out the womb for an hour and acting like I’m starving you.” He reinserted the bottle to prevent him from full on crying.

Joe nodded, trying to hide the clear excitement.

“Marianna is not as fussy as Matteo right now.” He carefully stood from the bed.

Joe extended his arms. Henry gently placed the newborn in his hands, adjusting them to support her entire body and head. She stirred a little, opening her blue eyes for a brief second. Joe brushed the tip of his finger through her soft, brown hair.

“Hey, I’m Uncle Joey,” Joe introduced in a quiet whisper.

A lot had happened that eventful night. It started with Vito being kidnapped and held for ransom, unsure whether or not he would make it out alive. Then, it ended with him giving birth to twins on the couch, one being breeched. However, he would go through it all over again if it meant he’d end uo surrounded by his little family. The family he prayed for.

[lostheaventales]

Garden of Eden PT.8

Description: Vito was home alone while Henry and Joe was out working. The O’Neills somehow discovered their location and decided to strike by taking a very pregnant Vito hostage.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️Warning⚠️: Kidnapping, Brief Use Derogatory Terms/Slurs

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“Are you sure you’re going to be alright while we’re gone? I can stay home if you want,” Henry offered, holding up Vito’s chin with his index and thumb.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I promise.” Vito fixed Henry’s tie before he started to leave.

Vito was in the ninth and final month of his pregnancy. The baby’s arrival was just around the corner. Everyone was on edge except for him, the main one who should’ve been more concerned about going into labor. Henry and Joe were scared to leave him alone in fear that he would go into labor and have no way of contacting them. During his eighth month, they had found jobs as security guards for a local bank that was a constant victim of robberies. The owner believed that two gangsters would be a better protection than the average guard. Before every shift, Vito had to convince them that he was going to be okay. He knew that the baby’s birth wouldn’t be instant. Labor was a slow and painful process that he would have to go through before getting to meet his son or daughter. He was sure he’d have time to call for help and get to the hospital.

Henry kissed his lips and brushed a hand across his oversized bump. Vito closed the door and locked it. It was just going to be him and his child for the next 8 hours. He got back into bed. The love he held for his child was unconditional, but he wished he wasn’t pregnant anymore. His womb had shrunk around the fetus, giving it little room to move. All night he had to endure the baby trying to find comfort inside of a tight space. Sleep was nonexistent. He waited to sleep when the baby had calmed.

Vito turned on his side and set a giant pillow in between his legs to support his bump. He closed his eyes. Not even a minute later he was already asleep. Loud snores bounced off the walls of the room. Everything was peaceful and quiet aside from the snoring.

It was thirty minutes into his nap when a loud shuffle coming from outside of the bedroom had woken him up. He called out to see if that was Henry. There was no answer. Sure it was an intruder, he grabbed the pistol that they kept hidden underneath the mattress. Vito opened the door, careful to not make any noise. He crept through the hallway, keeping the gun pointed and his finger hovering over the trigger. As he waited for whoever it was that had trespassed onto the property to ascend the stairs, a surge of pain radiated through his abdomen. The pain lingered for a few seconds, causing a low groan to escape from Vito as it slowly dissolved.

Just as he was about to go downstairs, growing impatient for the intruder to show themself, Vito felt someone grab him from behind. This person wrapped an arm around his torso with the other holding a drenched towel over his nose. He kicked and squirmed, trying to get out of the man’s grip. As he was doing so, the ability to stay awake was becoming hard. Vito’s movement slowed until his body went slack and his consciousness left him.

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Henry pulled into the driveway of the luxurious house. A tired Joe had fallen asleep on the ride home. He slapped him on the side of his face, successfully waking him up. They got out of the car. A strange feeling that something was wrong struck Henry as he was unlocking the door. He couldn’t hear anything coming from inside. Usually around this time, the sound of pans and sizzling would be heard from Vito making them a fresh meal. Instead, there was nothing. He was nearing labor so he thought Vito decided to spend the whole day in bed finally starting to get the contractions he was impatiently waiting for.

When he opened the door, the inside was dark. Henry turned on a lamp so he could navigate up the stairs. He called for Vito, ponly to be ignored.

“Maybe he’s asleep.” He thought.

Henry peeked his head in the entrance of the bedroom. Panic ensued when there was no sight of Vito anywhere in the room. He checked the bathrooms and other rooms. Vito was nowhere to be found. It was unlikely that he had just left. There was no form of transportation for him. The car he and Joe took to and from work was the only way to get around town and simply walking was out of the question due to the weight of his stomach and his swollen ankles.

“Henry! Come look at this.” Joe hollered from the dining room.

Henry rushed to see what Joe had found. He was observing a piece of paper. A note.

If you want your queer back, meet us at the abandoned Lost Heaven County Prison with $40,000. Give us the money, he’s returned alive. Refuse, then he gets a bullet to the head. You have until Wednesday night to come up with the money.

-Mickey Desmond

Mickey Desmond was Brian O’Neill’s cousin. They were found. Henry picked up the nearest chair and threw it to the floor, breaking several of its legs. He slapped himself in the head in frustration. Joe hugged him. He let out his emotions onto his shoulder. Uncontrollable cries were released. Henry thought they were safe. How did they find them.

“Where are we going to get 40,000 fucking dollars from?” Henry slammed his fist on the hardwood of the coffee table.

“We don’t have to give them that money.” Joe scratched his chin.

“Joe, you fucking retarded or something? If we do that, Vito’s dead and I’ll turn around and kill you, too.”

“I have a plan where we don’t have to waste a dime on those assholes.”

Henry wanted to celebrate that, at least, one of them knew what to do. He knew how Joe’s plans turned out. They never went right. Something always went wrong along the way. But, this was a life or death situation. Vito and the baby’s life depended on them, so he was going to have to give it a try.

Joe laid out the plan for him. He knew someone that could print some counterfeit money that looked exactly like the real deal. They would hand them the money in exchange for Vito. They’d be none the wiser to the fact the money they were given was useless. Afterwards, Henry and Joe would kill them, ending all the unnecessary suffering and fear the gang had put them through over a failed jewel heist.

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Vito blinked his eyes open. His vision slowly faded in, revealing his surroundings. He looked around. It was clear that he was no longer in Salieri’s mansion. The walls, the drywall underneath exposed, were stained with a brown substance that was leaking from the ceiling. Cracks broke through the solid concrete, showing the wear and tear the building had experienced throughout the years. Whereeger he was, it hadn’t been maintained in years.

He examined himself. His hands were tied together behind the chair he was sitting in, nailing him down to it. His ankles were also tied to the legs of the chair. Several men guarded him. Each held a gun of some kind, ready to shoot if he dared tried to escape. A man standing in front of him with ginger hair and mustache and blue eyes slowly walked towards him. Vito glared at him, trying to look like he wasn’t intimidated by the guns pointed at him. The man lit a cigar between his lips.

“Look whose finally awake. Hope you had sweet dreams.” He taunted, blowing the cigar smoke in his face.

Vito tried to pry his hands out of the restraints. “What is this? Get me out of here.”

“Not until that son of a bitch, Henry, and that fat fuck comes with the money y’all owe us from stealing the jewels we were going to take.”

“What jewels? Who even are you?”

“Does Brian O’Neill ring a bell? I’m his cousin, Mickey. You’re the reason he’s rotting in prison right now.”

“How did you find us?”

“That shouldn’t be your target of worry. If your friends don’t have the money, they’ll be planning your funeral.”

Vito cursed under his breath. He tried to think of ways to get out, but was quickly interrupted by a cramp in his abdomen. His toes curled up in response to the pain. He breathed in and out, trying to stay calm.

“Fuck, this can’t be happening now,” Vito whispered, realizing that he just had a contraction.

“Quit your fucking whining,” Mickey blurted, slapping him.

Vito winced, the pain reaching its peak before it dulled. “I think I’m going into labor. I need a hospital.”

“Like I said, we’ll let you go once your friends give us the money,” he restated.

He sighed. His abdomen freakishly stretched as the baby fell into position. He knew that Henry and Joe would get him out of there. There was no doubt about it. He hoped they would make it before the baby comes.

[lostheaventales]

Garden of Eden PT.7

Description: Vito feels the baby kick for the first time.

Relationship: Henry Tomasino x Vito Scaletta

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Five months had passed since they’d made Lost Heaven their temporary home. Henry and Joe were having trouble finding honest jobs. It wasn’t hard to discover their past in Empire Baby. Even though Lost Heaven was built up with the assistance of organized crime, many employers didn’t like the idea of hiring someone associated with those fields, especially since the two biggest mafia families in the city were eradicated.

As for Vito, his job was to relax. He was over halfway through with his pregnancy. His body was working overtime to keep him and his baby alive. He was sprawled out on the couch. A cold towel covered his ankles, which were swollen and achy. His midsection was no longer flat and toned. It was massive. According to the doctor, he was bigger than the average person at this point, making it a possibility that he was having twins. Vito hoped that part wasn’t true. One baby was enough.

He was engaged in the weekly newspaper waiting for Henry to finish dinner when he was caught off guard by a quick fluttering in his abdomen. It was a quick swipe across his navel. Vito put down the newspaper on the coffee table and put his hands on his belly. He felt it again. The baby was kicking.

“Henry!” Vito called, smiling hard.

Henry emerged from the kitchen with an apron tied around him. “Yeah?” He approached his side.

“Feel right here.” Vito grabbed his hand and held it where he was feeling the movement.

Several more flutters hit against Henry’s hand.

“The baby’s kicking,” said Henry, resting his ear on the skin of his bump. “Wow! This is amazing.”

“It truly is. It’s going to get old when she begins kicking my ribs though.”

“She?”

“I have a feeling that it’s going to be a girl.”

“What if it’s a boy?”

“I’ll still love him. Something’s telling me it’d be a girl-"

A stronger kick cut him off, causing him to suck in a breath.

“-maybe it is a boy with a kick like that.”

They burst out into laughter. Henry felt a few more before returning to the kitchen. Vito lied there, feeling his baby move around. He pulled up his shirt where he noticed his skin was moving, too, looking like calm waves of the ocean.

“I love you, my child,” Vito whispered, kissing the tip of his finger and tapping his bump, earning a response in the form of another flutter.

[lostheaventales]

Garden of Eden PT.6

Description: After getting a threatening phone call, Henry must escape with Vito to ensure his safety.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️Warning⚠️: Death Threats, One Time Use of Derogatory Slur/Term

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Henry had woke to the ringing of the phone blaring through the house. He got out of bed with a groan. His eye caught a glimpse of the outside world peeking through the window. It was still dark out. The sun had not yet risen. He let out a yawn and marched to the phone. Whoever it was better have a good reason to be calling him so early in the morning.

He put the phone against his ear and greeted them with an ordinary “hello”. The line was quiet at first. Short breaths were the only thing audible. Henry was going to hang up, believing it to be a prank call until a heavily accented voice filled with anger and hatred echoed through the speaker.

“I know it was you, Henry Tomasino, that sent your men to steal our job from us,” the Irishman, Brian O’Neill, scolded.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” Henry puffed up.

“Kill that queer and his baby right along with you and that fat fuck that tagged along. I have a couple of men coming from Ireland to do the job so it’s best for you to spend all the time you have with them while you can,” he threatened.

The line went dead. Breathing had become difficult. Henry froze. He was unsure of what to do. The O'Neills weren't that much of a powerful influence to have international hitmen. He wanted to believe that he was pulling his leg to have him back down so he could take over, but he didn't want to be wrong. If he was wrong, then Vito and their child could be hurt or killed. Henry wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happened because he chose to not believe a serious threat as murder.

He needed to get Vito out of Empire Bay as soon as possible until the O'Neills were dealt with.

Henry punched in Joe’s number.

“Hey, Henry. You got another job for us?” Joe asked.

Henry swallowed the lump that gathered in his throat. “No. Where’s Vito?”

“He’s taking a nap. Your baby has been giving him hell today.”

Henry frowned. He didn’t want to disrupt Vito’s nap. Despite that they hadn’t felt the first kicks yet, this pregnancy was tough on his body. Vito complained how he was unable to sleep at night due to the constant trips to the bathroom, resulting in him sleeping during the day.

“Look, I just got a call from Brian O’Neill saying that he’s sending some men to come kill me, you, and Vito.” Henry jogged in place, unable to stand still.

Joe began laughing as if he was telling a joke.

“Brian O’Neill? Henry, have you been drinking?” He laughed again. “Brian doesn’t have the connections to do things like that.”

“I know, but what if he does and you and Vito are gravely hurt or, worse, killed? Threats like that are too dangerous to take lightly,” Henry explained.

“I guess you’re right. Shit. What are we gonna do?” Joe inquired.

“We can’t strike him now because that’ll be too much on Vito’s body considering he’s pregnant. We’re gonna have to leave and figure it out then.” Henry tapped his finger against the wood of the table that the phone was so set on.

“Where are we gonna go?”

Henry stopped to think. He scratched his eyebrow, head starting to hurt from all the stress. Money was tight and it was going to get tighter with the arrival of the baby. He couldn’t afford to buy a vacation home that would fit him Joe, Vito, and a baby (if this spanned out to the birth). Then, it hit him. He remembered an offer he was given by an old friend. Now, it was the time to put that offer to use.

“There was this former Don in Lost Heaven was sent to prison back in 1938 after one of his mafiosos snitched on him. Don Ennio Salieri. Before he was locked up, he offered me one of his homes for helping him with a job some years ago. We could stay there,” stated Henry, remembering the conversation word for word.

“That’s pretty far, but it’ll work. I’ll let Vito know when he wakes up.” Joe ended the call.

Henry placed the phone back on the receiver. He closed his eyes and released the breath he was holding for the past hour. They were almost out of the woods that they were thrown into. He began packing his bags for the abrupt trip.

[lostheaventales]

Garden of Eden PT.5

Description: Vito reveals the news to Henry,

Relationship: Henry Tomasino x Vito Scaletta

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A week had passed before he gained the courage to inform Henry of the pregnancy. Vito didn’t want to take the chance of someone who might know Henry seeing them so Freddy’s was too risky. He set the meetup at Lincoln Park. It was an open space. Nobody outside of a 20 feet radius would be able to hear what they were talking about.

Vito sat on a park bench. He stared down at his feet, abdomen in his line of view. Since discovering he was pregnant, he hadn’t gained that much weight, but he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he would have to endure the massive weight of a growing fetus. The heaviness of it, the swollen ankles, the painful kicks at his skin. He was the youngest, which meant that he didn’t have any exposure to pregnancy. The concept of being pregnant was completely new to him.

“So what do you want, uh, what’s your name again?” Henry sat next to him on the bench after giving him a handshake.

“You can stop pretending like you don’t know me. I asked you to come here because of something you did to me that is stuck permanently.” Anger brewed inside of him.

“Ok, so what is it?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Henry’s face fell to the pits of hell. He started to say something, but quickly stopped himself. Vito dug into his pocket for the folded paper and showed Henry the writing that proved the unknown future of their lives.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” Henry stuttered.

“Well, when you think of something, call me. We need to figure something out because I’m keeping the baby.”

Vito stood to leave. Before he could even think about walking away, Henry pulled him into a kiss. He sunk into it, closing his eyes and letting the world around them disappear.

“You’re not mad?” Vito asked.

“Shocked, yes. Mad, no. You’re not the only one who made this baby. I have to take some responsibility,” Henry declared, running his fingers through Vito’s hair. “You don’t have to worry about raising this baby on your own because it’s my baby, too.”

Vito smiled. He went into this expecting Henry to dump him and the baby to fend for themselves in this cold, harsh world. In spite of that, he got the complete opposite. Henry was willing to take care of them and took accountability for his own actions. That was one obstacle out of the way. With Henry by his side, his worries dwindled a bit.

[lostheaventales]

Lost fucking everything PT.2

So I pretty much am where I was before losing all progress for the save. I thought it would take a month but I speed ran it and all I have left to do is edit the images and it should be ready before Christmas.

[lostheaventales]

Garden of Eden PT.4

Description: As the doctor prepared him to start the abortion, Vito realizes he couldn’t do it. This would cause major setbacks, but he doesn’t care.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️Warning⚠️: Interrupted Abortion

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Vito sat in the dimly lit waiting room of the clinic, his fingers tapping nervously on the seat. It was quiet. The only noise within the area was the footsteps of the nurses and doctors walking up and down in the hallway. Though it was the middle of a harsh winter, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. His heart pounded against his chest as if he ran all the way there.

The doctor gave him the green light for the abortion when he saw that Vito wasn’t changing his mind.

Vito never imagined that a hot and steamy night at the cathouse would lead to him waiting in line for an abortion. He should’ve known that sex lead to pregnancy, but he had forgotten that important detail in the spur of the moment. All he cared about then was the opportunity to get fucked by an attractive man.

A nurse called his name. Vito stood, his heart now pounding against the skin of his chest. He followed her down the hall to a different room from the previous time. Instead of the normal examination bed, it was one that had stirrups attached to it. The nurse gave him a normal examination before leaving him to go fetch the doctor.

Minutes later, the doctor came in, wearing latex gloves. After a short introduction, he directed Vito to remove his pants and put his legs up on the stirrups. He did what he was told. Dr. Asante turned around to prepare some tools. He stared at the ceiling. Doubt crept in. For most of his life, he’d been a criminal, hardened by the shit he had seen. The decision to terminate the pregnancy was made when he was driven on fear and the desire to maintain control over his life.

An unexpected flicker of hope emerged. What would life be like if he welcomed a child into it? He looked back into his childhood memories. Despite their misfortune, his mother always made sure they were happy, which, in turn, made her happy. Would this child have the same effect on him?

Dr. Asante turned around, holding a pair of tongs. “Are you ready, Vito?”

The question stung him like a bee. He couldn’t do this. He wanted out of this life. This child seemed to be the path leading to the exit from a thick forest.

“I-I don’t want to do this anymore.” He removed his legs from the stirrups.

Dr. Asante glanced at the nurse. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m sorry for wasting your time but I’ve changed my mind. I want to keep the baby.”

The doctor nodded, understanding his decision. Vito put his pants back on, said goodbye to Dr. Asante, and left the clinic. He knew a baby would be hard work. The feedings, the diaper changes, the waking up at midnight. It was going to take a village to keep this child well cared for. However, he was willing to take that risk if it meant this life would be miles away.

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Upon returning honey, Vito was reminded of the turmoil he would be facing for the next nine months or so. He sprinted to the bathroom, then spilled his guts into the toilet bowl. A horrid taste lingered in his mouth that was similar to that of acid. Vito placed his hand on his still small bump.

“Ugh, I’m doing this for you,” he whispered, wiping a hand over his flat abdomen.

Just then, he heard the front door open and a familiar voice called his name. He flushed the toilet and reunited with Joe in the living room. His clothes were noticeably messier than what it was when he first left that morning, but he wasn’t drunk so that was a plus.

“So…you fix your problem?” He asked, taking off his coat and hanging it on the rack.

“Uhh, no. I decided to keep it.” Vito scratched the back of his neck.

Joe quirked his eyebrow. “What made you change your mind?”

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life running from the police and dodging bullets, living with the fear of being killed almost every second of the day. It gets exhausting, you know?” Vito sat on the couch and buried his face in the palm of his hands.

Tears danced around his eyelids. His stint in the war gave him a taste of what death wad like. The unawareness, the confusion, the fear of never seeing his family or friends again gain. He didn’t want to go through that again. If he continued with this life of fighting the law, he would either be sent back to the military, go to jail, or killed. None of those options sounded pleasant.

The couch cushion next to him sunk in underneath Joe’s weight. He placed a comforting hand on his back.

“It’s alright, Pal. I understand your pain. I know you told me to not ask you about this but I’m still curious about who the father is.” He pulled out a cigarette and proceeded to light it.

Vito exhaled loudly. The topic of the father was going to come up again sooner or later.

“It’s Henry Tomasino.” He revealed with a long and loud sigh, feeling ashamed.

Joe’s eyes widened. “Clemente’s Henry Tomasino?”

“No, Joe. Henry Tomasino the priest. Of course, it’s Clemente’s Henry Tomasino.” Vito bellowed.

“How did that happen? You two just met.”

“He was at the cathouse the night me and you went.”

Vito told him the story of how he and Henry met. As he retold it, it sounded like a dream he had visualized. Joe’s mouth hung open. When he had summed everything up, unlike him, Joe stayed silent instead of making an idiotic comment like expected. A shocked look lingered on his face. The waterworks had begun. Tears formed in Vito’s eyes.

“I’m a dumbass.,” Vito cried.

He felt a hand on his back. “You’re not a dumbass. Well…not completely. Are you going to tell Henry?”

“Yeah, I’m going to tell him. It would be worse if I kept this from him. He’s going to figure it out one way or another.”

Joe nodded, assuring him that he was making the right decision by doing that.

The rest of the day went on like any other day, except now that he was with child. He ate way more frequently, finding himself snacking and sending Joe back and forth to the store to get something for him to eat. Vito would have to deal with the constant hunger, frequent bathroom trips, and nausea for the next 9 months. However, he wasn’t going to regret it hopefully.

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Remember when I said that I lost the drafts for my upcoming one shots a few days ago? Well, they reappeared again. Does anyone else have this problem where your drafts you have stored on the app just disappear and reappear at random moments?

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After playing with the steam version of TS4 for some time, I made the right decision to make the switch. It seems like the game runs way better and tabbing in and out of the game is way smoother.

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Lost fucking everything

My eternal hard drive where I keep everything has stopped working, which means I lost all my sims games and files. This comes right before I release the first chapter of wandering souls (I had the first chapter scheduled to post tomorrow morning). I fucking hate technology. I’m sorry to disappoint but I don’t think it will ever be coming out now that I can’t even access my fucking drive.

I can’t take it to Best Buy because it will take more than $1000 to fix (for simply opening the thing up btw).

When I get a new hard drive, I will be recreating the whole thing once again so expect a month before it officially gets posted.

Update: I’m going to get a new hard drive. My brother (who is tech savvy) says that it’s completely damaged. I also switched over to the steam version of sims 4 mainly because I hated the EA app due to how often it refused to load sometimes.

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For ppl who read my fic “Two Angels in Hell”, here’s the first paragraph for the next chapter. I promise that I haven’t abandoned it. I just wanted to put focus on to other projects for a little while.

“When Peter woke the next morning, he wasn’t alone in bed like usual. A very pregnant redhead was sound asleep next to him. Soft snores escaping one by one. Peter turned on his side and stared at the sleeping beauty’s face, admiring every detail and imperfection it had. Peter caressed his cheek gently with his thumb. He wondered what he did to deserve to wake up next to such a sight . A familiar rumble in his stomach reminded him why Axl was there. The stomach bug from the day before hadn’t dissolved. Well, he wasn’t sure it was a stomach bug. He had them several times as a child and teenager so he assumed it was making another appearance in his life.”

Note: This is just the rough draft. When I post the chapter, it might start off entirely different.

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The very first townie to not die of old age or with my involvement or while playing them is Brent Hecking. By the floating chicken head in his chest, he died fighting a wild chicken😂

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After going through the chapters I have written, almost every one of them ends with a sex scene or has a sex scene somewhere in the plot . This was not my intention. It just kinda happened, especially since the love interest is very “touchy” with Axl at the start😂 So hope you won’t mind all the nsfw content in the first few chapters. There’s a reason for it😏.

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I’ve been working on the series nonstop for a few days. So far I’ve gotten the first 4 chapters done. I’m going to start posting when I have at least 10 chapters written up so I won’t be too much in a rush to release the next chapters. Here’s some sneak peeks from these chapters for you to get an idea of what it’s going to be like. Can you guess the person Axl is kissing?

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Extra Note About Series

Since it will have nsfw (wicked whims) content that will show EVERYTHING, it’s recommended to have the mature content filter off if you’re 18+ because you won’t be able to see some chapters with the filter on.

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Announcement

As some of you may know, I have deleted my wandering souls series from this account. That's because I will be separating my sims series from this page. This page is purely for fics and random thoughts. I have created a new account where I will be completely revamping it and posting it over there. This also gives me the opportunity to create other sims series as well.

When preparation is done, I will reveal this new account.