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. . ╰──╮𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙╭──╯ . .

👻Damiano X Ethan X reader

🌈 rainbow family part 4[complete series]

NSFW!  🚨swearing & mentions of naughty nighttime activities

° Damiano David & Ethan Torchio & female reader insert [throuple style] ||| Victoria de Angelis, Thomas Raggi & OC babies: Cosmo, Marsha & Sylvia

° 5 years on- the Happily Ever After of the throuple is going strong as they prepare for the next chapter in their relationship ||| Cosmo is 5, the twins are 2 & a new Måneskin album needs to be recorded

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° thankyou to @superchrystaldrug for letting me brainstorm ideas & for encouraging my ridiculously fluffy headcanons💋

° I AM CORRECTING HISTORY!! haddon hall (where bowie lived/recorded so many iconic albums- late 60s & early 70s, the ziggy years!) was demolished in the 80s. but this is my fantasy & if i say that haddon hall was never demolished, then guess what- that mansion was never demolished & still stands in Beckenham. thankyou & happy reading

Haddon Hall - a mansion in England where David Bowie had lived and worked during the most pivotal moment of his career. It had been his home from 1969 to 1972 and now, for the summer, it was the home of you, your kids, the four members of Måneskin and Chili the dog. They hoped to tap into some of the magic that Bowie had sourced to create Ziggy Stardust, as they wrote their new album, recording from the modern studio that had been outfitted long after Bowie's time at the address.

It was an effort to shut out everything else and tackle the overwhelming feat of bringing a new collection of original music into the world, to write a new piece of Måneskin's history that would represent where they currently stood. They had the pressure of all of their past accomplishments and so many eyes upon them. They needed to get away from the other voices trying to chime in - the record company, producers, their manager. It had to be about the four of them again, a safe haven to create.

But there wasn't any option of you staying in Italy, away from your boyfriends for that time. Your kids needed their daddies close. There would be a distinction between work time and downtime - but there needn't be any separation between your family.

It was hardly a typical family summer holiday - but in his five years of life, you didn't think Cosmo had known many typical experiences.

The bed in the master suite was smaller than what you were used to sharing at home, it was similar to the size you had owned during the first few years of your relationship with Ethan and Damiano. 

At first, you were mostly just relieved that you didn't have a growing baby in your stomach to rob some of the limited space of the mattress. But the closeness had led to some unexpected results - a tangle of legs was a perfect starting point for intimacy. And soon the three of you were moving in even closer, rediscovering one another's bodies and eliminating all of the space between you. You woke up with an erection poking you in the small of your back and you asked Damiano if he needed help handling that. What started off as teasing could easily escalate when your crotch was already lined up with Ethan's.

You were sleep deprived but happy. There was something in the air here in Beckenham that had lust pumping through your veins when one of your boyfriends gave you a certain look.

It had been the fourth night in a row - a feat unheard of since having Cosmo. You didn't fall asleep until after 3am, three naked bodies weaved together, blissfully happy but exhausted.

This was how Cosmo found you, bursting into the room after hammering on the shut door. It was barely past 3.30 but you all jolted awake, you were so close to the edge of the mattress that you almost tumbled out to the ground.

"Mama, Mama!" He wasn't crying, but there was definitely a panic in his voice. You switched on the lamp, grabbing for the sheet. "I saw a ghost."

"Ghost?" Ethan asked from beside you.

Cosmo came into the light and you were relieved to see his cheeks were dry. His hair was sticking up in all directions and you could tell that he had been recently awoken from a deep sleep.

You extended your arms out and he jumped up into the bed, crawling roughly across your body (when had he gotten so solid and heavy?) to put himself between you and Ethan. Damiano propped himself up, reaching over to smooth down some of Cosmo's hair.

"What happened baby Mo-mo?" You asked.

Cosmo sat up on the pillow, making sure he had the attention of all three of you as he started to explain. "I woke up 'cause I thought I- I heard something and so I woke up and then I see'd something- I see'd something glowing…" He was out of breath, talking loudly. "It was like a… uh, like a tall man and he was glowing, like the moon."

Damiano had gotten out of bed, pulling on a pair of underwear. There was a serious look on his face. "Did he say anything to you?"

"Nuh-uh. He just kinda pointed at me."

"Do you want me to come with?" Ethan offered.

"No, stay with Moe."

Although there wasn't any chance that someone could have broken in, the property was secured behind a fence, it was a private residence. But Damiano was prepared to take your son's words seriously, awakened into a state of focus. He switched on the hallway light and headed for the door directly opposite yours.

"Give him ten seconds." You told Ethan quietly.

"The ghost isn't gonna hurt Papa, is it?"

Ethan pulled the wide-eyed toddler into his arms, rocking him ever so slightly. "No way, there aren't any mean ghosts in this house, Mo-mo."

"All clear." Damiano shouted out from the other room. But he didn't immediately come back, probably performing double-checks on the window locks and in the wardrobe.

"Yeah, there's only nice ghosts here." You said to Cosmo who was beginning to settle in against Ethan. "'Cause the people who lived here were so happy. They were sharing their gifts with each other and then the world. This is a special place where creative people found their voices, they found the right colours to paint with and they made so much beautiful art here." You could see that his eyelids were looking heavier, that excited look out of his eyes. "What you saw was just one of those artists, they probably keep an eye on the house, like fairies, keeping that creativity alive. No scary ghosts, I promise you baby."

"He didn't look all that scary." Cosmo said, resting his head down onto the pillow.

"Yeah, maybe he used to stay in that room and he was just checking out how you had decorated it." Ethan said as Damiano returned to the room, looking far more relaxed.

"It must've been a shy ghost, he didn't wanna hang out with me." He climbed back into the bed, lying down behind Ethan.

"Don't take it personally Papa." Cosmo said.

"Thanks babe." Damiano said, half-laughing. "Are we ready to go back to sleep?"

"I get to stay here?"

"Yes Moe, you can sleep here." You said and you reached out, shutting the light off.

"Why are you all naked?" His little voice asked and there was an awkward pause, seemingly the other two were waiting for you to take the responsibility of answering this.

"Because buddy, Papa spilt his tea over on the chair that all of our jammies were on." You said and you heard Ethan snicker quietly. "We couldn't really sleep in wet clothes, could we?"

"No. You'd get sick."

"Exactly." You said.

………

The next day, you were working with Cosmo to create a sigil, drawing it out on paper - an attempt to signal to any potential ghosts that his room was his alone, not any wayward spirits. 

You didn't know what the correct protocol was in this situation - your experience with the supernatural was very limited. But you wanted to support his curiosity, you wanted him to explore this potential. You had always wanted to see a ghost and you thought this could be a positive experience. You didn’t want this to be a scary situation for him.

You had gathered the information regarding this sigil online, reading what you could in between keeping an eye on the three kids. It seemed nothing was a guarantee in the world of spirits. But it was best to set the right intentions and you didn’t see why this couldn’t be a teaching opportunity. You could show your children to respect everyone.

You had drawn the lines of the sigil, getting the basis of the protection spell perfect. Cosmo picked his favourite colours to fill in the paper, making it bright and happy.

"Do we haf'ta call in the ghostbusters? Or a psycho?" Cosmo asked, his big eyes looking up at you as you sipped your coffee.

"Psychic, honey." You corrected. "And that’s definitely something we can look into. But if we were gonna call in any ghostbusters- it’d be the lady ghostbusters.”

“Yeah.”

There were heavy footsteps coming up the staircase into the living room. Thomas appeared from out of the basement recording studio. He was rushing, only slowing down once he spotted you and the kids.

"Hey, hey, it's not about to be naptime or anything, is it?" He asked, out of breath.

"No." Sylvia shouted - her favourite word.

You checked your watch. "That is actually correct, not yet. Why?"

"We need Cozzie. Well, all of you, if you wanna… But we've got this song and we think it's good, but we need to know if it's really good, if it's good enough for Cozzie to dance to." He said.

Cosmo had jumped up, looking at you eagerly. "Can we, Mama? Can we?"

"Of course, baby." You got up from the couch. "Let's go girls." Marsha had already moved away from the horse figures she had been playing with. "Do you want Mama to carry you, Sylvie?"

"No."

Cosmo led the way down the stairs while Marsha took Thomas' hand and they slowly moved to the stairs as well. Sylvia made her own way down the staircase, taking them one at a time with her arm reached up to the banister. You shadowed her, ready to catch her, but she didn't need your help. She confidently took on the stairs, a wobble here and there, but never toppling over.

The atmosphere in the studio space was entirely different, so much energy in the air. You almost felt like you could reach a hand out and just grab some of the creativity that the musicians were currently tapping into.

Marsha had joined Ethan behind the drumkit, resting her head against his. He was her favourite person in the whole world right now - her security blanket and her walking talking teddy bear. She could always be calmed down by him and she would cling to her dada. He had become quite skilled at doing things one-handed, spending more time than not, with the toddler held at his hip. 

Sylvia had been scooped up by Damiano, but she wasn't paying much attention to him. She was looking around at all of the equipment, a look of concentration on her face. She always wanted to know exactly what was going on.

You saw Cosmo climbing up to stand on top of the desk Victoria was seated at. He was so sure of himself, making no nervous checks of how close he was to the edge. He was smiling widely and you could hear her joking with him already.

"You wanna press the button sweetie?" Damiano asked, holding Sylvia up by the speaker controls.

"No."

"You're right. I'm the one at work right now, not you. I'll do it." He caught your eye over his shoulder and winked.

He hit a few buttons and you were relieved when what came from the numerous speakers wasn't a deafening experience fitting for one of their stadium gigs. That was how they used to play new songs for you and the music got louder depending on their level of excitement. But there had been a lot more alcohol in those days and Damiano had since learnt to communicate to you with hand gestures, as opposed to yelling 'oh shit, here it comes' in your face as the song built to the crescendo.

This was a reasonable volume, loud enough to be heard clearly but not so loud that you would have children complaining about ringing in their ears for hours afterward. He started to bob to the quick tempo, smiling encouragingly to Sylvia.

"That's Papa!" She pointed to his face when the vocals came in.

Thomas was making his way to the middle of the room, nodding his head and copying the beat by tapping his fingers in the air. He was watching Cosmo, trying to inspire dancing from the 5-year-old.

You heard the restrained moment that signalled the build up to the chorus. Thomas had started to pump his fist above his head and Cosmo watched him, swaying his little body.

Then the drums came back in, quicker than before and Cosmo's face truly lit up. He cheered and jumped onto the floor, moving over to where Thomas was clapping. The two of them started to shuffle around each other, arms thrown about.

Damiano had come over to your side, shimmying his shoulders. He was singing to Sylvia, who was swinging her legs in time to the music. You let him take your hand and lift it above your head, sending you into a twirl.

Looking across the room, you saw that Marsha had one of the drumsticks in her hand. She was using it as a fairy wand, much to Ethan's amusement.

"What about this bit Cozzie?" Thomas asked. "Maybe we should dance lower for this bit."

"Yeah, lower." Cosmo mimicked Thomas' movements, bending his knees and bobbing down with each beat.

But when the next chorus began, Cosmo sprang back to his feet. He started to twirl around and Victoria cheered, her phone out, pointed to the excited kid. The smile on his face got bigger as he kept dancing in his little circle.

"He likes it, he really likes it." You told Damiano. "And why wouldn't he? It's great."

"Yeah, you like it?" He asked.

"Yeah and I liked it when you were humming it in the shower this morning and I liked it when you were humming it while you were peeling potatoes yesterday."

"It's good, huh?"

You gave him a kiss on the cheek before you got distracted by the definite end of the song. You looked to Cosmo, who had finished spinning. "Moe, what did we practice this morning?"

"Oh, right." He got a look of concentration on his face as everyone in the room watched him.

He took a couple of measured steps back then ran forward, picking both feet up at the same time. He landed upon his knees with enough momentum to slide a few inches. Then he punched the air above his head, holding this dynamic pose.

"Wow. That's your best big finish yet." Ethan said.

Thomas held his hands up to high-five Cosmo on both hands. "Awesome, you gotta show me how to do that."

"What do you think sweetie Sylvie?" Damiano asked. "Did you like it?"

"No."

"So you hated it?"

"No."

Victoria laughed. "Okay, I guess it needs some more work then…"

..........

Damiano and Thomas were the only two left in the studio at this late hour, they were locked away in the sound-proofed room, obsessing over the vocals for a ballad. The kids were all asleep, even Marsha despite her not being tucked into bed like her siblings. 

She had refused to settle, whinging and forcing out some sobs anytime Ethan attempted to put her down. The only way to keep her quiet was to keep her with him. Her tears had dried as she twirled some of his hair around her fingers, perfectly comfortable wrapped up in his arms.

She didn’t stir when he joined you and Victoria at the dining table, she peacefully slept on as he was dealt into your game of poker. You were using pieces of candy in the place of betting chips.

“Remember when we used to play strip poker?” Victoria asked, surrendering more jellybeans to Ethan.

“Yeah, and you were just as terrible then.” He said, he was pushing his newly-won items into the order he had established, divided up into six colour groups, beginning with red and finishing in purple.

A sudden movement off to the left caught your eye and you quickly looked around, expecting to see Chili. But there was nothing there, that side of the room was empty, everything undisturbed.

“Babe, it’s your turn.” Ethan said and you turned back to the table. “Are you alright?”

“I thought I saw… where’s the dog?” You asked and she grabbed the paw of the puppy in her lap, raising this up to wave at you. “Oh, he’s been there this whole time, hasn’t he?”

“Yeah, is everything okay?” She asked.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, I’m sure it’s nothing.” He gave your knee a squeeze. “I must’ve just spent too long today talking and thinking about ghosts, so now I think I’m seeing them.”

“So, you believe Moe, you reckon he really saw a ghost last night?” She asked, considering you over the top of her wine glass.

“Well I believe in ghosts.” He said. “I may not have seen any, but that doesn’t mean they’re not real.”

"They've gotta be, right? Otherwise, what's the option? Just nothingness, like Neverending Story?"

She shook her head. "Don't even go there… That movie just ruined me when I was a kid. Moe asked me if I wanted to watch it with him the other day, and I'm sorry you guys, but I lied to the baby. I said that I had to help Thomas write a letter to River. I don't know why, but that was the first thing I could think of."

“Maybe I’m just getting too into the idea of being in a space inhabited by Bowie, but do we need to consider the option that it could be his ghost?” You asked.

“I think that no matter what, when we’re doing press, we say that yes, we were definitely being visited by the spirit of David Bowie.”

He shifted uncomfortably, readjusting his hold on Marsha. “Isn’t that a little, um, disrespectful to his memory?”

“Oh please.” Victoria said. “It’s not like we’re saying he’s an incubus who was trying to impregnate me…”

“Who did what?” Thomas asked loudly, announcing his emergence from the studio. 

“I’m just saying we could say far worse. And right now, we don’t have any evidence to suggest that it isn’t Bowie’s ghost…”

Damiano had come into the room following the guitarist and he moved over to put his hands over the ears of a completely oblivious Marsha. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of my baby.”

“Besides, it can’t be Bowie.” Thomas said, leaning down to help himself to some of Ethan’s candy winnings, disrupting the rainbow as he did so. “He’s a Buddhist so he’s probably already been reincarnated. They cremated him and scattered his ashes in Bali. Why would he come back here and repeat himself?” Ethan slapped Thomas’ hand away before anymore of his jellybeans could be stolen.

You sighed as Damiano placed his arms around your shoulders. “I can’t figure out if that’s depressing or comforting…”

“Either way, I’m sleepy and I’m gonna take this as an opportunity to tap out before Ethan starts lecturing Thomas for ruining the game and having no respect for the game of poker.” Victoria said and she downed the rest of her wine before standing up. She patted the thick fur on Chili’s head, the dog quite content to be carried around by her. “Come on Chili, last call to do your business.”

She left for the backyard, with Thomas soon after bidding the three of you goodnight, retiring to his bedroom upstairs.

Ethan looked at you - his eyes signalling a mild element of distress, either his arm had fallen asleep or he needed to pee. It was clear that this cuddle with Marsha had run its course for him. “Do you think- it’s worth a try- oh, but she could-”

“Darling, that baby is drooling on you. She is most definitely asleep. Just move slowly and make sure Big Ted is there to prop her against.” You said.

“Right.” He began to get up, a look of deep concentration on his face as he did so. “You two are gonna come up soon, yeah? ‘Cause I don’t have a Big Ted substitute for you…”

“Yes, honey.”

Damiano grabbed his hand before your boyfriend could take more than two steps away from the table. “Hey, happy birthday baby, it’s after one.”

“Oh, it is?”

Damiano put a hand to Ethan’s cheek, bringing him in for a soft kiss. Ethan stroked his back, the two of them sharing a smile. "Happy birthday, my love."

"I love you." Ethan pecked him again then stepped aside, moving over to give you a kiss. "And I love you."

You cupped his face, standing up to give him a deeper kiss. "Happy birthday baby daddy. Go put that baby to bed." You patted his chest. "We'll be up soon…"

He left for the staircase, one hand keeping Marsha steady. You turned to Damiano, putting your arms around his waist, with him embracing you. He placed some kisses across your forehead and you were ready to cuddle him for the rest of the night, as long as you could.

“Did you get the song finished?”

He groaned. “No, it just doesn’t… there’s something about it, that’s off.” You pushed your hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I’m not singing it right. Every time I finish a take, I think that I could’ve done it better. I don’t know how and it’s getting frustrating, so we just… we are gonna come back to it later.”

“You’ll get it Daddy, you’ll find the magic.” You said, giving his butt a couple of encouraging pats. “You always do. How’s your throat? Do you want me to make you some tea?”

“I’ll get it myself. You should go cuddle our man, get him warm for me.”

You smiled and kissed him. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

You let go of him, with him going into the kitchen while you went in the opposite direction to go back to the dining table. From the table you collected your phone and the baby monitor.

“I’m gonna-”

A squawk of upset sobbing interrupted your sentence, one of the girl’s voices coming through the speaker clearly.

“No, I’m not gonna go to bed. I’m gonna go check on that child.” You said to Damiano.

“Sylvie.” He said.

“It’s gotta be.” You agreed, heading for the stairs. “The way that girl is teething- you’d think she was a shark.”

“‘Cause sharks have so many rows of teeth, very good.” He said sarcastically. “And yet, it’s me who gets accused of making all the dad jokes.”

You made your way into the bedroom the twin girls were sharing. You found Ethan was already in there, holding Sylvia and in the process of trying to soothe her. Marsha was quietly sleeping in her own bed.

You approached Ethan in the room, illuminated only by the soothing slightly-yellow glow of the nightlight. You put your hand to Sylvia's back as she sobbed noisily, clearly putting all of her chest into it.

"It's her teeth."

"Teeth." She repeated in a pained howl.

"Oh, I know sweetie. Your teeth are so mean." You held your arms out and he placed her into your embrace.

"I'll go get your ring from the fridge, okay sweetie?"

You grabbed his wrist before he could leave to retrieve the soothing chew-toy. "No, no, no, you go to bed baby, I've got this." You started to lead the way out of the room, leaving Marsha to her rest. "I'll take care of this, you sleep."

"Are you sure?"

You bounced the crying little girl lightly. "Yes darling, please let me handle this."

He pecked you on the cheek, then kissed Sylvia on the forehead. You carried her down the stairs, cooing and patting her back - without managing to stall her crying at all.

"It's okay, baby. Mama's got ya, it's okay."

"Teeth." She weeped again.

"I know, I know. Shh." You entered the kitchen, heading directly for the fridge. Damiano put down his cup of tea as you grabbed out the chilled ring of silicone cushions. It fit easily into her hand - one of the water-filled bubbles curled into her fist while she deposited another into her mouth. “There we go - aw, isn’t that so much better?”

“Sylvie, why are your teeth so mean?” He asked, giving her ankle an affectionate squeeze.

You shut your eyes as you held your daughter close to your chest, rocking her gently and continuing to make shushing sounds. She wouldn’t abruptly stop crying and you hadn’t expected as much. She had to work herself down, but she was noticeably quieter. This would probably delay your own bedtime by about an hour and there was never any guarantee that she would settle back into bed - her inflamed gums may just irritate her all night.

“Let me.” The transfer to his arms went smoothly. “I can’t go to sleep yet, I’ve still gotta make Ethan’s c-a-k-e…”

Despite your arms being empty, you continued to sway, in time with how Damiano held the upset toddler. “It’s so late. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you got something from the store, it’s not gonna make him doubt your love for him.”

“No, I’ve gotta.” He said, a determined look on his face. “This is something I can’t just buy anyways. It’s gotta be special, for him.”

“Alright. But no letting this one help you.” His version of the kids helping him in the kitchen was for them to do taste tests and end up with icing on their faces before the cake was out of the oven. “I’m gonna shower but I can help you put her down after that…”

You left the kitchen to the sounds of Sylvia’s crying getting quieter. He was humming to her, something calming but unfamiliar.

Your hot shower had you feeling all the more ready to fall asleep, even if it hadn’t completely eased the sore muscles in your back. You silently pulled on pjs in the bedroom where Ethan was sound asleep.

The rest of the mansion was silent and it seemed there was no one left to soothe, no problems left to solve on this day. You went back downstairs and with every step, you anticipated to hear Sylvia crying again - you just had to get within earshot of her powerful lungs. The kitchen was empty, Damiano’s cup of tea missing from the countertop.

You made moves to track them down, finding every room empty - until you came upon the recording studio.

You let yourself into the large studio space, where all of the lights were on. You could hear Damiano singing and looking to your right, you found him sitting behind the glass wall, laying down some vocals. Sylvia was in his lap, looking quite sleepy as she carried on sucking on her teething ring. His headphones were covering only one ear as he sang to the baby more so than to the microphone.

You sat down in front of the mixing deck (the majority of its buttons were still a mystery to you - Thomas had tried to teach you some of the ‘basics’ more than once, but it never stuck). You didn’t recognise the track that Damiano was singing over and you marvelled at how it could already sound like a finished song. You felt warmth filling your stomach as you listened to the unfolding ballad.

You lamented not having your phone in hand and therefore missing the chance to make any record of this moment. It was beautiful, taking your breath away how natural he was with your kids, being able to dedicate so much of himself to them without letting his career suffer because of it. 

He finished singing and then the music reached its end. He looked down at Sylvia. “Hmm?”

“No.” She grumbled, making him laugh.

You put your finger onto the button that opened the communication from you to him and spoke into the microphone. “Hey, can you sing Beggin’ next?”

His head whipped up to look at you. “To quote our daughter: no.”

“No.” Sylvia echoed.

…………

“Dad, it’s your birthday!” Cosmo’s face was incredibly close to Ethan’s as your boyfriend remained laid out in bed. He hadn’t heard all three of the kids come into the room and part of you felt guilty for waking up from this deep slumber. But the kids were ready to burst with excitement, they wanted to lavish all of their affections upon him and holding them back wouldn’t have worked for long.

“Da-da.” Marsha sang out, the party horn between her lips was waiting to be fired off. She had to wait for Ethan to open his eyes first, that was the agreement that allowed her to have the noisemaker.

Sylvia was clinging to Damiano’s back like a monkey, bouncing as she looked over his shoulder. “Wake up, wake up.”

One of Ethan’s eyelids cracked open and Marsha gasped loudly. She blew into the party whistle, making a quick sound, before it flew out of her mouth. The toy collided with his forehead and now his eyes were completely open.

Marsha instantly moved over, puckering her lips as she did so. “Sorry Dada, I kiss better. I kiss better.”

“Papa, play the song quick.” Cosmo shouted.

It was complete mayhem, all before Ethan had been given the chance to sit up or even say anything. Marsha was covering his forehead in enthusiastic kisses as Damiano pressed a button to play the song he had queued up.

“When does he get to bit where we sing- where we sing happy birthday?” Sylvia demanded to know over the sound of the Stevie Wonder song’s intro.

“Happy birthday Dada.” Marsha said, throwing her arms around Ethan as he slowly began to lift himself up.

He pulled her into his embrace, his reactions delayed as he struggled to pull himself out of sleep. But he was smiling as he slowly looked around himself, getting a lay of the landscape that had appeared during his slumber.

“Happy birthday Dad.” Cosmo sprang forward next. “We made you a crown.” He brought the wreath of plastic leaves and flowers out from behind his back. The three of them had spent a lot of time getting the order of the coloured flowers exactly right, completing the headwear with assistance from Victoria.

“A crown?” Ethan repeated, eyes lighting up at the sight of the rainbow flower crown. “You made me a crown? Oh, that’s so beautiful. Do I get to wear it?”

“Yes, silly.” Cosmo said, moving to place the decorated ring onto Ethan’s head himself. “It’s your birthday so you’ve gotta wear it, all day.”

“And I’m going to.” Ethan said, the bright flowers nestled perfectly upon his un-brushed hair. “You couldn’t pay me to stop wearing this.”

Damiano led the singing when the chorus came in. “Happy birthday to ya. Happy birthday to ya.” Cosmo was clapping along to the beat while Sylvia went over to take up the remaining space in Ethan’s lap. “Happy birth-daaaay.”

Ethan nodded his head from side-to-side, a twin in each arm as Cosmo fixed his father’s hair. They were all smiling - for once Sylvia wasn’t on the verge of saying no. 

You looked to the opposite side of the bed where Damiano was watching this pandemonium. He caught your eye and smiled at you - making you wonder if he was thinking the same thing as you, thinking about how much quieter birthday mornings used to be. They could get loud, but that was usually worked up to - in fact, it was on Ethan’s birthday that the twins had been conceived. 

You heard laughter from the doorway, spotting Victoria and Thomas watching. Victoria had her phone in hand, the camera pointed to the bed. Thomas’ hair was sticking up in all directions and he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand, but he was amused nonetheless.

“We gotta make the birthday daddy his coffee.” She said, approaching the bed as the kids joined in on the second chorus. “Who wants to help and we can get all the presents together on the table for him?”

You gave Cosmo a few pats on the back to get his attention. “Everyone- everyone wants to help make Dada some coffee, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Cosmo said, successfully tricked into leaving the room.

Victoria grabbed Sylvia from the bed and kissed Ethan on the cheek. “Happy birthday.”

“Cozzie, I’m half-asleep so I hope that you know what kind of coffee Dada likes…” Thomas said, taking Cosmo’s hand and beginning into the hallway. “‘Cause I don’t know where to start. How do you make coffee, we put jelly in there, right?”

He laughed. “No, silly Billy.”

“My name’s Tom…”

“No, not when you’re being silly, then you’re Billy.”

“Billy!” Sylvia cheered.

Once everyone else was out of the room, Damiano shut the door. With the music turned off, it was almost silent, almost peaceful. You moved over to snuggle into Ethan’s side, putting an arm around his middle.

“Your birthday wish wasn’t to sleep late, was it?” You asked as he linked his fingers through yours.

“No.”

“He’s too realistic for that.” Damiano commented, placing himself at Ethan’s other side and kissing him noisily on the cheek. “Happy birthday baby daddy.”

“Thank you.” He kissed Damiano quickly then kissed the top of your head. “And thank you.”

“We could try to delay them if you wanna go back to sleep for a while…” You said.

“No, it’s fine, I promise. I think I got enough sleep.” He said. “You idiots on the other hand- did either of you come to bed, like, at all?"

“Umm…”

“I got to Sylvia’s bed and I was just gonna lay down with her for a sec’.” Damiano said. “And then it was morning and Marsha was poking me.”

"We've got a fairy-themed tea party organised for this afternoon, so be prepared to wear wings and have glitter everywhere." You said.

"Yeah, I just hope it's gay enough for you…"

Ethan sat forward, flicking his hair back off of his shoulders. "Of course it will, did you not see my freakin' crown?"

.........

“Caw caw.”

You whipped your head around to where this sound had come from - finding Thomas and Sylvia standing at the edge of the sitting parlour. She was eagerly smiling, holding onto both of his hands and standing on his feet.

The other two adults in the room hadn’t noticed and so you were able to get up, responding to the signal without attracting any attention your way. Under the numerous cords of fairy-lights, Ethan and Victoria were too concentrated on the game of snap they were sharing with Cosmo. You had been playing as well, but after losing too many head-to-head rounds you had retired to the closeby couch instead.

It had been a fun day, everyone running around in colourful wings, so much laughter (a highlight for you had been an impromptu photoshoot out in the afternoon sun, Ethan in the sunshine, wearing his crown and wings as he pushed the twins on the swings - you had never seen someone so content with their place in the world). 

But you were exhausted, already looking forward to the twins' bedtime at six-thirty. Even though this was a more laid-back party than all the hoopla that went into any birthday celebration for the kids, you could still feel that your energy had died off and you weren't anticipating a second wind anytime soon.

You followed Sylvia and Thomas into the kitchen, where Damiano was lighting the last of the candles that decorated this slab of cake.

"My bird call was good, huh Mama?" Sylvia said.

"It was amazing, sweetie and it sounded so realistic that nobody else heard it." You said.

"Wow, maybe one day she could grow up to be a spy." Thomas said and her eyes grew wide with excitement - you weren't certain that she had learnt the word spy yet, but she was just thrilled to be complimented.

"I figure me and Tom will carry it, and you and Sylvie can get everyone's attention by singing Happy Birthday." Damiano said.

"Gre-"

"No." Sylvia declared.

But before anyone had the chance to stop her, she had spun around, confidently making her way out of the kitchen. "Haaa-ppy…"

"Okay, shit, we're going now, I guess." Thomas said, shuffling over to help Damiano lift the cake.

You rushed out after her. She was skipping her way across the floor, singing as she went. You started to sing as well, trying to impress upon Ethan that everything was going according to plan. Despite not being in on the plan, Cosmo and Marsha didn’t have to be told what was going on - they were singing as well. Victoria had pulled her phone out, recording Ethan as the presentation of the cake unfolded.

“Cake.” Marsha exclaimed as she climbed up to sit in Ethan’s lap.

“Happy birthday grandpa.” Thomas said and he ruffled Ethan’s hair once the cake was placed onto the table before him.

“Is this a giant ice-cream sandwich?” He asked, mouth agape and his eyes wide with genuine wonder that only he could tap into. There were times when he seemed equal to the kids on a level of how easily he could be amazed. This was due to him refusing to take anything for granted - he wanted to be delighted by life.

Damiano was smiling, practically glowing with pride as he crouched down next to Ethan’s chair. “Not just an ice-cream sandwich, babe. If you’ll remember for me- Australia, 2023 and we discovered the ice-cream sandwich you had been waiting your whole life to discover.”

Ethan looked about as shocked as he had upon you telling him you were pregnant, both times. “It’s a Golden Gaytime?” Damiano nodded, watching Ethan’s reactions as Marsha inched forward, aiming to start blowing out the candles. “Where did you find a Gaytime cake?”

“I made it for you, my love. Happy birthday.”

Ethan continued to be shocked almost-speechless. He just stared at Damiano, unable to believe what your boyfriend had created. Then Ethan grabbed Damiano to pull him in closer and cover his face in kisses, making Damiano laugh.

“Dada, Dada! You gotta blow- you gotta put the candles out. ‘Else your wish won’t come true.” Marsha insisted, tugging on Ethan’s arm to get his attention.

“It’s so many candles though, baby. I’m gonna need a lot of help. Sylvie, Mo-mo - can you please help us?”

Damiano had gotten to his feet, moving over to stand next to you. You instantly wrapped your arms around his waist, needing something to hug as this adorable moment brought threatening tears to your eyes. The two of you watched, independent and not needed for this moment as the three kids sat upon Ethan’s lap. You could just watch and admire, admire how this interaction could not get any closer to perfection than what it already was.

“We made that.” Damiano whispered to you as the four other members of your family noisily blew the candles flames out (Sylvia by far the most enthusiastic).

“You made the cake.” You said.

“I meant the family, sweet thing.” He corrected gently. “That’s ours, that fairytale that we somehow plucked out of the air and brought into reality.” You held him tighter, face buried into his shirt as Thomas helped Ethan begin to cut the cake up. “People can say whatever they want about traditional family values- I’d choose this every time, every second of every day in every timeline.

“I don’t know how we did it, but somehow, we have kids who are the perfect embodiment of our love. No one is luckier than us.”

“Shut up.” You said, your shoulders shaking as tears tracked down your cheeks. “God, you’re the worst. Why don’t you just show me Mufasa’s death scene while you’re at it?”

He cradled your face in his hands, wiping at your tears. “Sorry, I just got to thinking and- I’ll stop now. Can you forgive me?”

“To quote our daughter: no.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms securely around you again. You sniffled back any further tears that could be shed and looked over to the table again. Ethan instantly caught your eye, his brow furrowed in concern and he raised his hand- forefinger and thumb curled to form an O.

You nodded and lifted up one hand- your thumb, forefinger and pinky finger standing straight up, signing to him I love you. He smiled and blew you a kiss.

……….

“Mama, is your tummy really still mad at you?” Cosmo asked as he climbed up onto the bed where you and Damiano had been lying together.

You hadn’t been out of bed for long yet today. You had gotten up to check on the kids as Damiano got their breakfasts organised. But your stomach had curled, your throat filling with a sour taste, when he had tried to offer you a cup of coffee. You were tired (despite having just woken up) and you would have appreciated the caffeine to bring you back to life, but you feared what reaction this would set off in your tummy.

As you headed back to the bedroom, you had grabbed Ethan. Speaking quietly, you had asked if he could stop by a pharmacy during his walk with the twins, Victoria and Chili.

The five of them set off for a peaceful morning walk (Cosmo had a new video game that Thomas was teaching him how to play) while you laid out in bed, joined by Damiano. He had brought you a cup of ginger tea, which you had only taken a few tentative sips of. You rested your head on his chest, soothed by the warmth on your cheek, coupled with the rhythmic rise-and-fall and his hand stroking your hair.

Cosmo crawled closer, curiously peeking at you. You gave his cheek an affectionate pinch. “Yeah, honey. Too much birthday cake.”

“You need me to kiss your tummy better?”

“Papa’s already been trying that.”

“I can do better- I can do it better.” He said, leaning down to cover your stomach with noisily, slobbery kisses.

You rolled onto your back, giggling, helpless to push him off. He wasn’t interrupted until Ethan entered into the master bedroom, a plastic bag in hand.

“You got Mama’s medicine?” Cosmo asked.

“Sure did, buddy. Hey, Aunt Vicky said Chili still had some zoomies to get out after the walk- did you wanna go help her throw the ball around with him out back?”

“Okay.” Cosmo said, shuffling over and jumping down from the bed.

“And see if the girls wanna go with you, yeah?” Ethan said.

“Okay, Dad.” Cosmo said, disappearing out of the room and immediately shouting out the names of his little sisters.

“I didn’t get seven.” Ethan said as you got up, taking the bag from him.

“That’s alright.”

You went into the bathroom and pulled the plastic pregnancy test out of its box. You sighed as you lowered down your pants and underwear - you had a feeling that you already knew what the result would be, without needing to pee on the stick.

You made quick work of completing the test, making your way back into the bedroom to wait with your boyfriends. You put the test on the bedside table and Ethan set a timer on his phone.

You shut your eyes as you felt Damiano stroking your back. You couldn’t determine exactly when conception could have happened, there had simply been too many nights of passion during this work holiday. You were visited by memories of Ethan on top of you, your foreheads pressed together, sharing such intense eye-contact that you thought he could fuse his soul with yours. Nights of Damiano reducing you to begging as he called you that old nickname that could make your knees weak- avida.

You heard Ethan’s phone ring and you opened your eyes, looking over to where you had put the test. “Can you check for me?”

“Sure.”

Damiano placed a kiss onto your cheek and offered you a hand to squeeze. You looked at him and nodded, you were already thinking of the ways the house would have to be altered to ensure the comfort and the safety of a new baby.

“Pregnant.”

“Knew it.” You said and threw your arms into the air. 

“Well I guess we made more than an album.”

Ethan groaned. “Your dad jokes get worse with every kid…”

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🌈rainbow family part 3[complete series]

° Damiano David & Ethan Torchio & female reader insert [throuple style]

° 5 years on- the Happily Ever After of the throuple is going strong as they prepare for the next chapter in their relationship

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“Papa needs more glitter, more.” Cosmo’s little eager hands grasped towards the vanity.

The toddler was situated in Damiano’s lap as he sat at the dressing table, less than an hour left before he had to take to the stage for the closing night of Måneskin’s tour. The makeup artist had just finished putting the last touches on his makeup, which both he and Cosmo had sat patiently through. But now Cosmo had finished his apple juice and he was looking for something new to entertain him.

You thought about getting up from the couch, but it looked like Damiano had your son under control. He picked up the little pots of glitter before Cosmo could get to them. “What about some glitter for Moe?”

“No. Papa needs more glitter, more, more, more.” 

“This is what I love about Moe, he says what we’re all thinking.” Victoria said, coming into the dressing room at the perfect time for a sassy comment.  “More glitter and then more, until we can’t see his face anymore.”

“Yeah, more glitter.” He cheered, pumping his fists into the air.

“We’ll take turns.” Damiano said. “Papa puts some glitter on you and then you put glitter on me, okay?”

“Kay.”

Victoria came over to sit beside you. “I still can’t believe how cute he is. Do you really think you’re gonna win the cuteness lottery a second and a third time?”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see in six months.” You said, putting a hand to the side of your growing stomach.

Thomas was the next person to appear in the dressing room. “Oh hell yeah, Cozzie’s getting ready for the show.” He kneeled down on the ground next to Damiano’s chair. “What are we doing here, glitter?”

“I think Uncle Tommy needs some glitter.” Damiano said.

“Yeah, give me some glitter. Look at me, I can’t go out there without any glitter on my face. They’ll boo me off the stage.”

Damiano helped Cosmo select the right colours, Thomas kept as still as he could manage, taking a sip of his beer whenever Cosmo paused. The last show of the tour was usually an emotional one - the overwhelming rush of accomplishment for them achieving something so far from where they had begun on the streets of Rome, the relief of knowing this strain on their bodies would be over for a while and the swell of disappointment that the energy from the audience would be tuned down, transferring them from superheroes back to reality. It was the end of summer camp, but on steroids. 

This time around, it was a definite chapter closing. It was the first time Cosmo had been brought along, experiencing so many new places and being doted upon constantly by Victoria. 

Starting tomorrow, you wouldn’t be a parenting super team of five. It would be the three of you, trying to get Cosmo ready for the arrival of his new twin siblings. He wouldn’t have Thomas to run around with, to get all of his ‘zoomies’ out. He wouldn’t have Victoria’s tireless enthusiasm for colouring.

This time around, there would be no massive wrap party. Bedtime stories in the place of drinking games. At least bathtime and cups of tea wouldn’t lead to hangovers tomorrow.

“Oh, we’re doing glitter in here.” Ethan said, coming in. “Sign me up please Moe.”

“How long is Dada’s drum solo gonna be tonight?” Victoria asked.

“Um…” Cosmo considered this, tapping a finger covered in gold glitter onto the centre of Ethan’s forehead. “Two days.”

“Two days?” Damiano asked over the laughter. “I don’t know if the people will want to listen to Dada’s drumming for two days.”

Cosmo was smiling widely, clearly very happy with all of this attention. “Sure, they will. Everybody loves Dada’s drumming.”

.........

Ethan’s drum solo didn’t last longer than a few minutes but Cosmo was asleep before that part of the show. He had been bobbing along with you, enthusiastically dancing around the VIP area - that was until they had started performing Coraline. He had sat down for the slower tempo song and by the end of it, he was lying down on the couch.

You carried him backstage, moving carefully. Amongst all of the activity, he remained asleep, his head rested on your shoulder and one hand curled into a fist around your shirt.

There was a wait before you could see your boyfriends. Their night of work wasn't done after the last bow - there were still some fan meet and greets to get through and there would be formalities with an ambassador for the city, usually with an exchange of flowers.

You tucked yourself out of the way, back into Damiano's dressing room. You sat down on the couch - the weight of Cosmo pressing on your chest and the weight of his unborn siblings pressing on your stomach.

You were thrilled at the sight of Damiano, who immediately held his arms out, expecting your son to be handed to him. During this transfer, Cosmo blinked his eyes open a handful of times. But each time he would fall asleep again, saying a happy, acknowledging Papa.

You got yourself back onto your feet, greeting Damiano properly with a kiss. "Really amazing baby. I'm not gonna lie to you and say that I didn't cover my eyes when you jumped into the crowd… But it was a great show. Moe was dancing the whole time he was awake. I think he's working his way up to headbanging, give him, like, a couple more months."

"Rock and roll never dies." He said, just like he and the others had screamed repeatedly the night of their Eurovision win. "It has babies who are headbanging before their fourth birthday." He was smiling, a sleepy look on his face and you knew he would be asleep without the help of a cup of chamomile tea tonight. "What about those two? Are they practising their headbanging for the next tour?"

"They're three months old in there… but, sure." You said with a roll of your eyes. "Look, maybe I did feel some whirling around in there during Zitti E Buoni. But it's way too early to tell. Where's my other baby?"

He checked over his shoulder, not seeing Ethan behind him. “Oh, you know what he’s like. He’s probably trying to find the people who replace the bin liners, so he can shake their hands and look them deep in the eyes to say thank you.”

You put your hand on his shoulder, giving him a serious look. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

“Hey, no, thank you.”

“He might still be just out there. A lot of fans brought stuff for the babies.” He said.

You pecked him on the cheek but paused before leaving the room. “Thank you.” 

You took a few steps toward the door, before you were stopped by his hand on your arm. You looked back to see the serious look on his face. “Thank you.”

You walked out of the dressing room, into the main area that made up backstage. You came across Ethan with a bunch of gift bags filling his hands. He was with Victoria, who seemed to be expressing her disappointment in the comparatively small amount of presents she had gotten during the course of the meet and greet.

You quickly hopped over to his side. “Hey baby daddy.”

“Hey, did you have fun, did Moe like it?”

“Of course he did babe, it was really great, the perfect last show. He was asleep before the last bow, but, don’t you worry, he was dancing his little butt off.” You said. “Did we clean out the whole city’s supply of baby clothes?”

“Maybe the whole country.”

“Maybe the whole of Europe.” Victoria said as she walked past.

He took you over to a table and began to empty out the bags. He worked slowly, going one item at a time and ensuring you got a good look at every last thing. The nature of gifts from fans had evolved over time - these days it was rare that you received anything that could bring a blush to your cheeks or be considered not safe for work. Instead of getting frilly underwear for Damiano, or flavoured lube - now fans felt the urge to spoil your son, a lot of the time with things they had crafted themselves. Following the announcement that the three of you were expecting twins, the number of baby clothes had greatly increased.

“Oh my God, Cosmo’s gonna lose his mind over this.” You said, taking the shirt from Ethan’s hands. It was a child sized shirt that had an all-over print of some of Damiano’s tattoos. What took the pride of place in the centre of the shirt was a perfect recreation of the design of BOYS (DON’T) DO CRY. 

“Yeah, he’s always asking when he’s gonna get his body stickers like Papa.” Ethan said. "Maybe this will appease him, for about five seconds…"

"We can only hope. Did Dami see this?"

"No, I don't think so. He got distracted talking to someone with a Lord of the Rings tattoo."

"Oh, wow, then he definitely didn't see this. Let's keep it out of his sight and put it on Moe and freak him out." You proposed, folding the shirt and putting it over your shoulder to ensure it didn't get shuffled back in with the others, to be mistakenly put in the wrong place.

"Babe, look at this." Ethan was suddenly unfurling a large blanket. "It's a quilt, they made it for Moe out of all these different fabrics that they found…" He extended out all four corners so you could take in the various jewel-toned patches. "It's galaxies and each of the planets has their own square and then look at this, and this, and these two here…" You followed the little printed constellations as he pointed the four of them out. "It's the constellations of our astrological signs. It's completely unique and personalised for our son."

You had put a hand to your mouth, gratefully drinking in all of the details and becoming overwhelmed with sentimentality. "This is incredible, it's so gorgeous. I can't wait to wrap him up in it. A cosmic blanket for our baby Cosmo."

"I know, isn't it so perfect?"

"It really is." You started to bundle it up in your arms, enjoying the fuzziness. "Okay, show me more stuff before this gets me crying…"

"Look, look at this shirt." He said, holding up something new. This shirt read too punk for naptime. He was soon showing you another, my daddies won Eurovision and all I got is this shirt. And another, rock royalty. And another paraphrased Linda Evangelista, I don't get out of bed for less than 12 points.

"And then these are some little hats for the twins. Handmade little crocheted cupcakes, how cute is that?"

You took one of the pastel-coloured beanies. "This is so tiny. I don't think it'll even fit my swollen boob…"

.........

"What's wrong with baby?" Cosmo asked over the sound of two heartbeats that matched the ultrasound picture playing out next to you.

You looked over to where he was being held at Ethan's hip. You had worried he was too young to be able to follow this, to understand what the grainy footage was trying to show him.

But leaving him at home with a sitter wasn't an option. You had been trying your hardest to include him in every part of the pregnancy, hoping this would minimise the shock ever-so-slightly when the twins actually arrived. You had answered all of his questions and welcomed as many as he could think up, encouraging his curiosity.

"You know how when we make popcorn- how it starts off as those little pebble-looking pieces? But then we put it in the microwave and it goes pop, pop, pop?" You asked and he nodded. "Well, that's kinda sorta what's going on in my tummy right now, the babies aren't ready to come out yet."

He was listening carefully, the look of concentration on his face was exactly the same as the thoughtful expressions Ethan would get. "But how come they don't do a pop?"

"People don't go pop Moe." Ethan said.

“We already had Poppy crossed off the list of potential names, right?” You asked Damiano, who was seated at a stool he had pulled up directly beside the procedure bed.

He gave your hand a squeeze. “Yes, she’s gone for good.”

You could feel his anticipation, from the sweat on his palm to the look on his face. It was a little different this time around because his name would be the one written alongside yours on the birth certificate. He had been the most excited in the lead-up to Cosmo’s birth, but somehow he was beating that enthusiasm with every new thing you learnt about the twins.

It was never a case of ‘been there, done that’ with Damiano and you could tell that he was ready for another round of being the proudest dad in the whole world.

“Okay parents, this is your last chance to opt out of finding out the gender.” The obstetrician said and she took a pause, an amused smile on her face as she looked between the three of you.

Ethan gave Cosmo a bounce. “You ready Mo-mo? Are you ready to find out if you’re gonna get a brother or a sister or two sisters or two brothers?”

“But you said babies aren’t ready.”

“Not ready to come out, no. But they are ready to tell us if they’re boys or girls.” Ethan said.

“So, which is it?” You asked her.

“Girls.” She said. “You’re having twin girls.”

“Sisters.” Ethan cheered. “You’re getting baby sisters!”

You smiled, full of excitement for this brand new journey. You looked from the screen to Damiano, who had started to cry. He laid his head down on your shoulder and you reached across to stroke your hand through his hair.

“Girls.” You whispered, images of pink and princess tiaras filling your mind.

“Marsha and Sylvia.” He said, lifting his head and leaning in to kiss you.

You wiped your fingers across his cheeks, collecting the tears as you felt your own eyes welling up.

“When do I get sisters?” Cosmo asked.

“Not yet sweetheart.” The doctor said with a kind smile. “We’re still a while off from that. We gotta get Mummy’s tummy so much bigger before then, okay? Right now, your sisters are about the size of two mangoes. You like mangoes, right? About this size…” She held both of her hands up to create a small circle in the air. “That’s way too small, so we need those girls to keep growing, we need them to grow from a mango to a watermelon.” She expanded the imaginary fruit. “Then once they’re bigger, then they can come out and play with you. But you see the difference there, right? Lots more growing to do.”

“Papa, you gotta make Mama lots of food. All the food so she can get bigger real quick.” Cosmo said, making Damiano laugh.

.........

"Why doesn't Peppa have a dada and a papa? She only got Daddy…"

You had briefly shut your eyes, thinking Cosmo had fallen asleep at the end of the picture book. You had laid down in his bed to read him the story, hoping that would be enough to get him to nap. But he wasn't as tired as you were and, when you lifted your head from the pillow, you found his brown eyes were wide open, blinking up at you.

"Did somethink happen to her papa?"

"No baby, nothing at all. Her family is just different from ours, 'cause our family is very special.”

“Yeah, a’cause Daddies have a band that everyone really loves.”

“Yes, but for more reasons than that…” You readjusted, trying to find a way to lie that wasn’t restrictive to your 26-week baby bump. “You see, when I met your daddies, we recognised in one another that we had extra-big hearts and that meant we could love more than one person. A lot of other people, and you might find you’re like this, and that’s perfectly fine, sweetie - they only have room in their hearts for one person to love. You know how Uncle Tom is married to one woman, Aunt River, right? Well, that’s because when they met, they decided they would only need each other, their hearts were full with that one person to love, do you see what I mean?”

He had his brow furrowed in a perfect impression of Ethan, but he nodded and you kept going. “I met both Papa and Dada at the exact same time and I knew, straight away, that I had enough room in my heart for both of them. But there are all kinds of families - what Peppa Pig has is a mama and a dada and that’s perfect for them, right? There’s families with two daddies. Some families even have just one mummy. Families come in so many different ways and you’re just a very lucky little boy who has three parents to take care of him.”

“I like having three parents.” He said.

You smiled, running your fingers through his long hair. “Yeah? You think it’s cool having a papa and a dada?”

“Yeah, a’cause Dada is really great at games and he’s best at doing voices, when we’re playing with my toys and stuff. And Papa is best at cooking, isn’t he?”

“He sure is.”

“And you’re a really great Mama, you’re best at storytime and best at growing baby sisters.”

.........

You awoke in a silent house, the only closeby sound was Ethan’s even breathing as he slept beside you in the bed. You assumed that Damiano was downstairs, awake and taking care of the three kids.

It would have been easy to fall asleep again, you were already rolling towards Ethan. You scooched over, wrapping your arms around his muscular body and bringing him in as close as possible - closer than you’d been able to enjoy over the past nine months. You breathed in the soothing scent of lavender from his shampoo as you rested your face into his neck.

The most natural and comforting position that you could have sunk into for hours.

“G’mornin’...”

You groaned. “I should get up.”

He wrapped his arms around you, enclosing you in his warmth. “Nope.”

“But babies- we have babies. People with babies don’t sleep late.”

“They’re fine, if Dami needed help, he would yell and you know he would, he’s louder than our 3-year-old, don’t take that accomplishment away from him.” He said.

You looked up and saw his eyes were mostly shut. Looking at his face, your heart feeling ready to overflow for a moment and you kissed him. "So, what are we gonna do- lie in bed all day?"

"Yeah, just like we used to." He said and he picked your hand up, playing at knotting his fingers around yours.

"God, I'm so happy I'm not pregnant right now - no more crazy dreams pumped full of hormones. I can go back to nice dreams, dreams about my gorgeous baby daddy."

"Dreams like what?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"Remember when you used to carry me everywhere?"

"Yeah, you were always so easy to spoil."

"And you were so easy to love, right from the start. You swept me off of my feet, literally." You said, twisting his arm in between you so you could hold his hand to your heart, sandwiched between both of your hands. "I've never trusted anyone like how I trust you. And I don't… Everything changed when you walked up to me that night. You don't even know how lost and confused and unhappy I was before you, but you just found me."

"It was my pleasure." He used his free hand to caress your face, his fingers brushing softly over your skin. "You changed everything for me, as well. You brought everything into focus, and all the things that have happened since then- none of them could've happened without you. And I'm not just talking about the kids, which obviously, couldn't have happened without your uterus."

You smiled and kissed him again. Before it could be accelerated into a deeper kiss, you heard a muffled groan from his stomach. You parted and he chuckled bashfully.

"Well, maybe we should get up."

You followed him down the stairs, hand-in-hand. There was noise on the ground level and you both headed toward the source, the playroom.

Damiano was making Cosmo laugh, the toddler had a waffle in his hand but he was clearly distracted, swaying as he gleefully giggled. The twins were safely in their separate bounce chairs, one on either side of Damiano's knees as he sat cross-legged on the floor.

"Are you sure?" He asked, poking Cosmo on the nose. "Are you sure that's Sylvia?"

The little boy paused, humming as he considered the babies. "Yup, that one is Sylvia and that's Marsha."

Damiano looked. "Wow, you're right again. Okay, turn around and I'll switch them up and then we'll see, then I'll trick ya."

"You can't trick me Papa." Cosmo said proudly.

He was grinning widely as he turned his back to Damiano. This was when he spotted you and Ethan, his face lighting up as he rushed toward you. Ethan immediately scooped him up.

"I can tell the twins apart, I can tell the twins apart." He told the two of you. "Papa keeps trying to trick me but I always win. I always know who is who."

"Wow Moe, how are you doing that? They're identical, they're the mirror image of each other." You said. "Sometimes even I don't even know who is who."

"Well that's because he's the best big brother in the whole world." Ethan said, holding Cosmo up so he could cover his son's cheek in kisses.

Marsha and Sylvia were identical, aside from a few differing freckles. Sylvia had three little freckles on her round face - two by the beginning of her hairline and another just beneath her right eye. You hadn't expected Cosmo to notice such a small detail.

But he was proving to be an attentive and loving older brother. The past two weeks had been blissful, with him curiously looking in on all of the twins' activities. 

"He's unshakeable." Damiano said, giving Sylvia's chair a gentle bouncing. "And there's more waffles in the kitchen."

"Let's go Moe." Ethan said, quickly leaving.

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🧚‍♀️𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙

🌈rainbow family part 6 [complete series]

° damithan+reader & they are having babies! starring: reader-insert, Cosmo & Damiano David

completely safe for work! nothing but fluff here!

wordcount::         1,218

° unplanned fluffy prelude to the upcoming next full chapter of the baby spinoff. just an idea that i’ve had in my head for a bit& i had to wait about an hour to get to a bloodtest today & i had time to work this out for yall. enjoy! there will be more baby fluffiness coming in the future!

"Do you wanna do the sprinkles? 'Cause they gotta be done from a height, you know that, right Mr Moe?"

You had been left wondering what had slowed down the process of Cosmo getting your snack to you. Feeling too pregnant to move, you had sent your eldest child with a request to Damiano. The treat that you were after was a very simple one - there were only two steps. But you had been left waiting, your stomach growling as your unborn son remained in an uncomfortable position that was putting pressure on your lower back.

When you came into the kitchen, standing out of sight so as to avoid interrupting - you immediately understood what had caused the delay. It was time for another episode of the Damiano David Show, co-hosted by Cosmo. You found yourself losing track of your complaints as you took a pause to take in this scene.

The two of them were standing side-by-side, Cosmo given a boost thanks to the step-stool that helped him to get a proper view of the kitchen counter. This stool was always kept here because Cosmo loved to be in the kitchen with his dad - it had started with him being named the official taste-tester of the house, always keen to know what was going on. He cleaned out mixing bowls with his fingers and tongue when Damiano was making any kind of dessert. The twin girls had started to show interest in this area, but more often than not, it was Cosmo who enthusiastically filled the role of sous-chef.

"No, they don't. I think you're just being silly, Papa." Cosmo said.

There was a plate with four slices of white bread laid out across it, you could see the yellow of the butter smeared across the bread. They were so close to being done - you could even see that the jar of rainbow sprinkles was open, it was within Cosmo's grasp.

"I'm telling you, it changes the flavour." Damiano said, as seriously as he could manage. "It makes everything taste better- sprinkles, salt, cheese on a pizza. Everything."

Cosmo was grinning as he shook his head. "That's not true."

"If it's not true, then how come Jamie Oliver is always saying it?"

"I dunno, lots of people are always saying stuff, Papa."

Damiano grabbed the container of sprinkles away from Cosmo's reach. "We're doing them from a height, trust me, your mama will notice if they aren't done this way."

Cosmo rolled his eyes, displaying about as much dramatics as you were accustomed to seeing from Damiano. "Okay, for Mama." He collected a pinch of the sprinkles between his thumb and two of his fingers. But he waited, knowing to look to his dad for guidance when it came to cooking.

Damiano had a pinch for himself, starting to raise his hand up, bending his arm at the elbow and holding it close to his body. He slowly wiggled his fingers, letting the multi-coloured sprinkles fall. Most of them landed on the bread to be captured by the butter.

Cosmo tried to do the same, but most of his hit the plate, or the counter. Damiano gave his raised arm a tap. "Higher." Cosmo grabbed another helping of the sprinkles and started to raise his hand, this time getting it above his shoulder. He paused from releasing them, looking to Damiano, who repeated himself, "higher."

Cosmo pushed his hand up high, above his head and when Damiano nodded, he started to let the sugary flakes rain down. You put a hand over your mouth to contain the giggles as you watched the look of effort on your son's face, but the sprinkles mostly hit his chest, the rest landing on the counter. You had stopped thinking about how uncomfortable you were, not noticing how the baby was lying as you watched this interaction.

"Hmm…" Damiano cupped his chin, looking over the bread and the counter. "I don't think it's coming from high enough."

Cosmo let out an exasperated sigh and raised his arm again, stretching it up as high as he could, as if to remind Damiano of how short he was.

But Damiano had a solution. He placed the jar in front of Cosmo again, nodding to indicate that it was time for him to grab more sprinkles. Once he had another pinch of sprinkles, Damiano grabbed the child around his waist, lifting his feet from the stool. Cosmo was boosted up, coming up to eye-level with his dad, the smile on his face now so much wider. Damiano held Cosmo securely in his arm while he grabbed a pinch of sprinkles for himself.

"Okay, you ready?" He asked before taking up a terrible impression of Jamie Oliver's British accent. "From a height."

At the same time, they scattered the sprinkles with Cosmo looking quite proud of himself. You watched as even more sprinkles spread across the counter and you knew you had to put a stop to this before Cosmo could be encouraged to throw even more food around.

"What is going on here?" You asked.

"We're making the food for you and the baby." He declared.

"Yeah, but what are we doing specifically?" Damiano prompted as he placed Cosmo back upon his stool. "Do it like I taught ya."

Cosmo looked at you, his warm eyes sparkling as he spoke in a garbled voice that was somewhat close to Damiano's impression. "From uh hoi-ght."

"You're teaching your son a terrible accent, are you happy with yourself?"

"Extremely." Damiano said, grinning as he went back to covering the butter in sprinkles, but this time it was from a few inches above the bread.

You walked over to the counter and were soon presented with your plate of fairy bread. Damiano prompted Cosmo and a glass full of ice tea quickly appeared in front of you too.

"Thank you Moe-moe, and thank you Papa."

You started to eat the food, which you had gotten a taste for during Måneskin's first tour of Australia - it was a cheap staple of kids birthday parties. It was easy to throw together and Ethan had taken an instant liking to it, calling it his 'gay bread'. 

For some reason, it was all that you had been able to think about today. During this pregnancy, your cravings had been fixed on sweets, which was a terrible example to set for your kids. But at least with this indulgence, you could pretend it wasn't so bad - it was just an extra-sugary sandwich.

You felt a shift happening in your body as you helped yourself to a second slice. Your unborn son was finally moving out of the uncomfortable position he had been lodged into for so long. You rubbed your hand over your tummy, willing him to take up a place that hurt you less.

You heard Cosmo gasp, then he shouted. “Papa, the baby likes the food too.”

Damiano looked away from his task of cleaning up this mess. He came over to you, smiling. You mouthed the words thank God to him. “‘Course he likes the food, Bowie must be able to sense the extra care we put into it, he must taste how much better it is because we dropped it from a height.”

“Right Papa, that must be it.” Cosmo said dryly.

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Damiano X Ethan X reader

🌈rainbow family part 1 [complete series]

🚨NSFW purely cos of swears cos this is FLUFF CITY BITCHAZ

° Damiano David & Ethan Torchio & female reader insert [throuple style]

° 5 years on- the Happily Ever After of the throuple is going strong as they prepare for the next chapter in their relationship

wordcount: 4,745

° thankyou to @superchrystaldrug for letting me brainstorm ideas & for encouraging my ridiculously fluffy headcanons💋

You hadn't had the chance to speak to either Ethan or Damiano, they had gotten home so late from their music video shoot and after a certain hour, it hadn't seemed worth staying up until they got back to the house. This wasn't the kind of revelation that should be shared after 1am, when they had been in a loud, energizing environment for an entire day. You would give them time to unwind from the sensory overload and maybe by the time you woke up, you would have the right thing to say.

You had deposited the 7 plastic devices into the bottom of the bathroom bin, immediately covering it with scrunched-up pieces of clean toilet paper, some cotton balls and a few strings of floss. Then you had climbed into the large bed on your own, falling asleep.

When you woke up, there was a second body in the bed. There were many mornings where you ignored the day beckoning and just curled in closer to Ethan. You would usually doze off again, content with your place in the world.

But you pushed back from this temptation and rolled away from your sleeping boyfriend. You got up, beginning the search for Damiano.

He was in the kitchen - you guessed he hadn't been awake for long, his hair was sticking up in all directions and he was preoccupied with buttering some toast. There was a smell of ginger thick in the air.

You took the opportunity to sneak up behind him, linking your arms around him and caressing his bare chest. He blew a kiss in your direction and you let your lips explore over his skin.

You didn't want to move, you didn't want to open your mouth yet. You wanted to commit this to memory, before everything changed.

"I missed you." You said.

"I missed you more. How's your tummy feeling? I've made you some ginger tea 'cause I know how that helps when you get your motion sickness on planes."

You pressed your forehead into his skin, not responding to his gesture to the steaming teapot. You tried to gather all of your courage.

"I have to tell you something…"

Something in your tone made him immediately alert and he turned around to face you. There was concern clear in his eyes as he studied your expression, pushing some hair back from your brow.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"You hate my new haircut, don't you?"

"No, why would I hate it? It's shorter but I still have something to tug on when needed. But it's not… this is not about your hair."

"The new tattoo." He said and you moved out of his embrace, sliding up onto the counter to sit out the rest of his guessings. "I've done it, I've finally found the one that's too far and you hate it."

You shook your head, prepared to tell him how much you enjoyed the minimalist design of a chair that had been permanently etched onto the skin of his thigh a month ago. He had worn the goofiest smile on his face as he presented it to you, proudly offering 'take a seat, ladies'. You and Ethan had laughed hysterically at that and it was agreed that this was the perfect tattoo for Damiano - summing up his dorky sense of humour.

"I should have listened to Vic when she said I didn't need another joke tattoo, but I-..."

"Dami, stop. It's not about your tattoo or anything on your body." You reached for his hands before he could spiral off into any other tangents. "It's me."

He stopped, staring straight into your eyes and you squeezed his hands. You took in a shaky breath, feeling like you could laugh or cry.

"I'm pregnant."

He seemed to be speechless, a feat you had never been able to pull off in the past five years of dating him. His mouth was hanging open, the gravity of the situation clearly not lost on him. He didn't look happy or upset, for the moment he was just overwhelmed by the revelation.

It was the first time you had said this fact aloud - you hadn't even typed it out in a message yet.

The assistant that you had sent to the pharmacy hadn't asked any questions about why you needed the tests. When they handed you the bag of goods, you had asked her to keep this between the two of you and she had mimed a zipper being pulled shut across her lips.

It was real for you now as well - you had breathed oxygen into it and now it could walk into reality. It was exhilarating, something brand new that the three of you had never really prepared for. 

"This is amazing." He said, coming toward you to smack an enthusiastic kiss onto your lips before throwing his arms around you. "I can't believe it. A baby. This is the best news ever." 

"Yeah, it's definitely big news."

"When did you find out?" He asked.

"Well, I realised that I was late last week but I didn't wanna freak out, 'cause I've never been the most regular. But then with all of the nausea I've had the past few days - I just kinda had a feeling, you know? So last night, I sent Gianna to the pharmacy and I made her buy seven, 'cause everyone says that you shouldn't one hundred percent trust those things. But every single one came back the same. So, last night, I found out last night." You said. "I didn't wanna say anything 'til I was more certain and then, I wasn't gonna just send it in the group chat."

"No, no, you're right on that." He said, still grinning widely. He caressed your cheek and brought you in for another kiss. "A baby, this is gonna be amazing. We're gonna be parents."

"You're not scared? We hadn't exactly planned for this. I mean, I know we figured it was an inevitability when we ditched rubbers and everything. But we hadn't really sat down and decided that we were gonna do it right now. And now here we are, we are going to be parents."

"Yeah, it's amazing, it's exciting. Don't be scared baby, you're gonna be an amazing mum."

"Every aspect of our lives is gonna change, we don't have anything that a baby needs. There's a frickin' stripper pole in our lounge room." You said.

"Hey, that is a piece of exercise equipment. It's only a stripper pole when someone is stripping on it."

"Which you did two nights ago…"

He smiled, looking away for a wistful moment. "Oh yeah. What can I say? You guys were feeding me rosé, you know how slutty pink wine makes me.

"But listen to me, we've been through a lot of changes together…" He said, taking both of your hands in his. "We've been broke nobodies together, we've been at ridiculous, unimaginable heights together, we bought a house together - all these things that seemed so impossible and then we just fuckin' did 'em. So this- this is just the next adventure for the three of us.

"And no matter what changes, there's one thing that will always be the same and that's how I feel for you." He kissed the backs of your hands one after the other, his thumbs caressing over your knuckles. "I love you, I love you so fuckin' much and I wanna do this with you.  

"We can make an incredible family. Don't you think so?"

You nodded, smiling as excited butterflies swarmed your stomach. "Yeah, so we're gonna be parents. That's, like, so grown up. Are we adult enough for that?"

He shrugged. "Sure, we can be."

"A baby." You said, your voice getting thicker as you felt tears prickling at your eyes.

He put his arms around you and you kissed him, feeling your happiness overflowing. You wanted to stay like this forever - it was a rush similar to when you had first fallen in love with him and Ethan, daunting yet invigorating.

"Oh my God." You said, your mind racing as the smile on your face only got bigger.

"Oh my God." Damiano repeated.

"No, oh my God."

"What are you two Valley Girls omg-ing about?" Ethan asked, coming down the stairs, looking slightly perturbed to be out of bed. "Is that ginger tea?"

Damiano sniffed, blinking rapidly and clearing his throat before speaking. "Yes love, let me get you some…"

"Good morning hun." Ethan came towards where you sat on the bench. Before giving you a typical greeting kiss, he furrowed his brow and took a longer look at you. "Why do you look like you're about to cry? Is something wrong?"

"No, no, not at all." You dabbed beneath your eyes, sniffing back the threatening tears.

"Here you go, my love." Damiano held out a steaming mug, keeping his head low and sniffing again.

Instead of taking the drink, Ethan grabbed Damiano's chin and pushed it back, forcing the other man to look him in the eye. "Hang on, why are you crying? What did I miss?"

You met Damiano's eye and saw how he was ready to burst. You drew in a shaky breath and turned to Ethan, reaching for his hand.

"Baby, hi baby."

"Hi honey." He said, giving you a critical look.

"I have something to tell you." You grabbed his hand and squeezed it, trying to steady yourself. "I'm pregnant."

His mouth fell open and the scowl immediately disappeared from his face. He didn't say anything, instead he backed up a step and then crouched down, both hands going over his mouth. He looked up at you and you could see tears already brimming there. This was enough to stop you from holding back and you began to cry freely.

"We're having a baby?" He asked, his voice quiet.

You nodded, laughing through your tears. "Yes, we're gonna have a baby."

His eyes were incredibly wide as he looked over to Damiano. "A baby?"

"You're gonna be a dad."

"We're gonna be dads?"

Damiano laughed as well and stooped down beside Ethan, planting his hands on his shoulders to give him a playful jostle. "We're gonna be dads."

Ethan grabbed Damiano and pulled him into an embrace that ended with the two of them landing on the ground. They remained holding one another - the sounds of laughter and some blasphemous phrases.

You put your hands to your head, overwhelmed and unsure of what to do with your emotions.

"I don't know how to be a dad." Ethan said, sitting up.

"Oh, who does?" Damiano gave a dismissive flap of his hands. "You didn't know how to win Eurovision, but you did that, didn't you?"

"This is quite different from that, Dami. Not a fitting comparison, oh at all."

"It's okay baby, I'm scared too." You told Ethan as you looked around you for something to dry your eyes with. "Ugh, where are the tissues?" You slid down from the bench and navigated around your boyfriends on the ground, making your way into the lounge room.

"We should order books, right? Lots and lots and lots of books, not just about pregnancy but about raising kids and- hang on, I should get my phone and get onto Amazon…" Ethan's voice followed after you.

You spun around and grabbed his hand before he could disappear. He allowed you to link your fingers with his and he gave a little nod before being led into the lounge room with you.

You collected the box of tissues on your way to the couch. You sat down, finding a pillow to squeeze while he sat down to face you.

"Are you okay?" You asked, pushing his hair back from his face with some gentle strokes. "You look a little… I mean, you're happy, right?"

"What? Of course I'm happy, of course I am. But it's…" He took a second, looking down and inhaling to fill his lungs. "This is the biggest thing that's ever happened to me, to us. And I don't… I don't really know what to think.

"But I'm happy." He said, placing his hand on your knee. "I'm so happy. I've wanted a family for… well, for as long as I can remember." Damiano had come into the room, handing the cup of tea to Ethan. "But we haven't planned anything. Being parents isn't the same as picking cool names or letting Vic buy us cute kids clothes that she comes across online. It's… it's a lot."

"You two need to stress less." Damiano said as he sat down in Ethan's lap. "What do I always tell you?"

You looked at Ethan and the two of you shared a shrug. "I love you? Aw, yeah, you do say that to us a lot." You reached out to stroke Damiano's cheek, smiling sweetly. "I love you too Daddy."

"No."

"Nicki Minaj was right about Miley Cyrus?" Ethan guessed. "I feel like you're always waiting for an excuse to bring that up."

"Yes, but no." Damiano said. "I am always telling you that we can do it, no matter what it is. We come up to an obstacle and we figure out together how to overcome it. We're the power of three, dammit and this is just our next chapter, our next thing to learn from, just like we've learnt from every single thing before this."

Ethan raised his eyebrows, taking a sip of tea while you nodded. "Right, well that was a good pep talk. I think I'm inspired."

"I am definitely pepped." Ethan said sarcastically. "So, did you go to the doctor yesterday or was it one of those at-home kits?"

"At-home."

"But don't worry about it being a false-positive babe, she did seven of them." Damiano said.

"Seven?" Ethan repeated, looking at you in disbelief. That sounds, uh, a little excessive…"

"Right, well peeing on a plastic stick was just too much fucking fun. I simply couldn't stop at one." You said, making both of them laugh.

There were more tears sparkling in Damiano's eyes as he put an arm around Ethan, kissing him on the forehead. "We're having a baby." He smiled, shutting his eyes, so utterly happy.

You put your hands over your face, letting all of the excitement, the nerves, the apprehension, the surprise, the joy, the optimism - you let it all in and marinate together, changing your reality. The tears sprang forth again and you were brought into an embrace of four arms.

"Who do we call first?" Ethan asked.

.........

The nine week mark - it wasn't the first time the three of you had piled into the office of your newly obtained obstetrician but it felt like the most important visit to the doctor.

Today you were getting the results of the prenatal paternity test. You sat in the middle, holding Ethan's hand. On your other side was Damiano, picking at his black nail polish.

"Our tests were able to confirm that the father is Mr Torchio."

Damiano cheered while Ethan's hand locked on to yours in a death-grip. You rested your head on his shoulder, reaching your free hand out to Damiano.

"A little baby Ethan. This is gonna be the first baby to do shampoo commercials in the uterus." Damiano said.

Ethan reached a hand up to whack him across the back of the head. "Idiota."

The doctor proceeded, she was getting used to this bizarre dynamic and didn't flinch as much when they took off on sudden tangents. "All the other tests came back looking great, nothing abnormal or that would cause any kind of concern. And right now, your baby is about the size of a cherry."

"A cherry, one single little cherry." Damiano said, holding his fingers apart in a pinching motion, less than an inch of space there. "That's tiny."

"Yes, it's still early days." She said. "How is your fatigue?"

"I've been really tired, like, all of the time. I've been doing less-and-less, but I'm lucky that I've got two partners to do all the shit I don't have the energy for anymore, otherwise I'd be sitting here in dirty sweatpants."

"Yes, I think you've got a great setup here. I don't see anything getting past all three of you."

.........

You sat on the kitchen stool, staring directly at the fridge opposite you. The house was filled with the usual 3am serene silence and the 38-week-old fetus was your only company. 

Your whole body felt so heavy, especially your head, which was so full of thoughts. You had laid in bed for about 4 hours, waiting for sleep to come. But it hadn't, no matter what position you tried to lay in, there was absolutely no escaping the discomfort.

Your body was no longer your own and your patience for all of this had worn out. You had spent so long with this all-encompassing change wreaking havoc through your body and you just wanted it over. You were greatly looking forward to thinking about something other than being pregnant.

Damiano found you sitting motionless in the kitchen - alongside you was a mug that only held a completely dry teabag. He got your attention with a gentle stroke down your back before kissing your cheek as he came to stand next to you.

"What are you doing awake?" He asked. "Not only are you supposed to be getting as much sleep as possible, but it's almost 3.30 in the morning - that's the witching hour, when all the supernatural shit kicks off."

"Maybe I'll be visited by the ghost of my old waistline." You joked without committing to a smile. "I was just thinkin', thinkin' too much and I came down here to make some tea. But I got distracted…" You gestured to the fridge, its doors decorated with magnetic Scrabble tiles. "He needs a name Dami. He's about to be born and we're still just focusing on the pregnancy. I wanna be able to look at him and know him… and know that I'm meant to be his mum." 

"You are gonna know him, you already know what food he doesn't like and you know what music he likes. He's gonna come out of the womb knowing your voice and you're gonna know him and what he needs and how to take care of him best. He's lucky to have you as his mama."

You just nodded, it wasn't the first time one of your boyfriends had been forced to give you a pep talk like this. Their words helped but it was only ever a temporary fix, the insecurities always came crawling back. You hoped that once your son was actually in your arms, you wouldn't wonder anymore, you would be certain that motherhood was the right fit for you.

Damiano kissed your forehead a few more times before going over to stand directly in front of the fridge, considering the words that were spelt out on the metal surface - next to a photo of the baby from the most recent ultrasound.

"We've got it narrowed down to the top 3 - that’s not too bad.” He said. “And you know what we haven’t tried?” You sighed, propping your head up on your fist. “We haven’t asked him. Is he awake?”

"I think so. He's been rolling around a bit in there, trying to figure out the best way to lay in there- is it directly on my bladder or with his feet getting under my rib cage?"

You put your hand down to the side of your belly and felt the flutter of a response from your unborn son. You looked up to give Damiano a nod.

"Okay, help us out here little dude." He said, beginning at the top of the list. "Is your name Sergio?"

You felt another flutter against your belly, the baby reacting to the sound of Damiano's voice. You made a seesawing gesture with your hand.

"Okay, okay, maybe he's Sergio. But maybe he's actually- Cosmo."

You felt a jolt as the baby kicked you. This time you smiled at Damiano, feeling your eyes grow wide. "I think he's more a Cosmo, than a Sergio."

"Okay, okay, let's see if this'll be the big finish. Are you Leandro?"

You just blinked at him. "Nothing, not even a twitch."

"Well, this seems pretty clear." He said and he rearranged the 3 names on the fridge door. He put Cosmo at the top.

He strolled back over to stand beside you and silently, you considered this. Cosmo had come from Ethan's list of names. Unlike the majority of the other possible names - this wasn't linked to anyone of significance. It was a unique name of an individual who would set their own legacy.

Damiano put an arm around your shoulders. "So obviously you like the name, otherwise it wouldn't still be up on the fridge, right? 'Cause if you aren't totally sold on it…" He lowered his voice to a theatrical whisper. "Baby boy doesn't need to know that it was ever an option. It's not like he has eyes to see it up there."

"I definitely like it." You said. "We could call him Cozzie or Moe for short."

"That's adorable."

You turned to him, putting your hand on his chest to bring his attention to you. "Do you like it? I know that none of your names made it to the fridge…" There had been a maximum of 5 vetoes given to each of you to strike down the names you didn't want your child to have - any names that survived this round had gone up onto the fridge where you could mull them over, waiting for the moment of clarity.

"Yeah, I do like it, I think it's cute, it's quirky, it's memorable." He said. "If I didn't want my son named that, it would not still be up on the fridge."

You smiled, leaning against him. "I like it when you call him your son, 'cause that's-"

"Well, that's what he is."

"-what he is. Exactly." You said and you lifted yourself up briefly to kiss him. "I need you to know that I don't give a shit what science says or what anybody in our families says or what trolls online say or any of that noise - this baby is gonna have your DNA.

"He's gonna have your charisma, your kindness, your drive and determination, your energy, your fighting spirit, your fearlessness and your terrible, awful, dorky sense of humour." 

You saw a twinkle in his eye before he stroked your cheek and pulled you in for another kiss. He rested his forehead against yours and you could see that he was smiling as you took a moment of quiet together.

"But when people are talking about this incredible boy, what will they call him?" He asked you.

Then he crouched down in front of you, his attention coming to your pregnant belly. He lifted up the hem of your oversized tee, looking at the stretched skin there.

"Hey little dude, it's your papa - yeah, that's right, the loud one." He said to your belly, making you laugh. He put his hand on the front of your belly and there was the flutter of movement of the baby responding to his touch, just a little flicker of acknowledgement. 

"I hate to interrupt you, 'cause I know how busy you are, what with all that growing you're doing. But we would really like to know your name." The baby didn't have much of a reaction to Damiano's other hand coming to rest on your tummy. "No pressure here, we don't have a tattoo appointment booked in to get this name put on us tomorrow. But maybe you could shed some light…

"Is your name Cosmo?"

The response was instant, the little boy whirling around in the womb. Then there was the jolt of him kicking - not once, but in a little pattern.

Damiano looked up at you, his face glowing with an excited smile. "That seems pretty conclusive to me…"

"Yeah. I'd say that he's happy with it."

"That's a definite reaction. There have been times when you've rushed me over and you're really excited and you go, quick, quick, ya gotta feel this, he's moving, he's moving, feel it. And I go over and I nod and get excited with you, but I don't feel anything, literally anything." He said and your mouth fell open in surprise. "Not all the time, but it's happened more than once."

"Are you serious? Why didn't you ever say anything to me?"

"I didn't wanna rain on your parade, but that's not the point…" He said and you rolled your eyes. "The point is - I definitely fucking felt that, I felt that he's moving. I felt him confirming that his name is Cosmo."

You smiled, pushing a hand through his hair. "Cosmo - he has a name."

"We finally did it." He said. "Ethan will be thrilled, I'm sure.”

"Help me up, I gotta pee, again."

.........

"I can't stop looking at him 'cause I just can't believe how perfect he is." Victoria said, sitting in front of the bassinet. There was a dreamy look in her eyes and she hadn't stopped smiling since coming into the house.

"He kinda looks like he's got his brow furrowed, like he's deep in thought about something serious." Thomas said. "He's already just like his dad."

Ethan didn't have any response to this and when you looked around, you found his eyes were shut as he sat perfectly still on the couch.

"Thank God, he has not been sleeping. I've literally lost count of all the times I've woken up to see him just sitting at the baby's side - hand on Cosmo's chest to check that he's breathing." You said.

"Yeah, he's the intense one." Thomas said with a shrug. "I thought you would've figured that out by now…"

Damiano returned to the nursery, a pitcher of iced tea in hand. He started to fill up the cups, handing them out. When he got to Ethan, he just placed the glass on the end table closest to your boyfriend.

"You should tell Ethan that he doesn't need to worry so much 'cause this baby is the most perfect thing in the whole world." Victoria said.

"He really is.” Thomas said. “I don’t get it, but right now, looking at him, I am just so happy. I feel good and everything makes sense. I’m looking at him and I know that everything is gonna work out just fine. Congrats on the perfect baby, you guys."

"Do you wanna hold him?" Damiano offered to the two visitors sitting on the floor.

"Oh, I don’t wanna get my cigarette smell all over him.”

Victoria’s arm shot into the air. “I’ll hold him.”

You moved closer to Ethan on the couch - with all three of them hovering over Cosmo, you felt safe enough to shut your eyes. You could take your eyes off the ball and relax. You put your head onto Ethan’s shoulder, immediately soothed by his body warmth, ready to cuddle with him for hours.

“He’s so tiny, what the Hell?” 

“I know, it’s amazing, I could fit him in my handbag.” Victoria said. “No, I’m serious - Tom, get my bag, it’s over there in the corner.”

“Cute, very cute.” Damiano said sarcastically.

You opened your eyes and looked across to where the three adults were sitting in something of a half-circle, their heads bowed close together as they all marvelled over the baby. Thomas had picked up a toy, he wiggled the colourful beetle in the air.

“Hi baby Cozzie, hi. Can you say Aunty Victoria?" She repeated the phrase, drawing the syllables out further.

"Five days old." Damiano said. "He is five days old Vic. Look, how about we see if he can say this word- delusional?"

Thomas now had a red dinosaur in hand, wiggling it about for Cosmo's attention over Victoria's shoulder.

"You need to give him more credit, for all you know, he's got a galaxy brain." Victoria said. "Can you say Vic?"

You shut your eyes again, a smile on your face. In his sleep, Ethan shifted and put his arm around you, a muscle-memory. You settled in, easily finding comfort.

"Can you say never gonna happen?"

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I can't wait for you to write that request someone sent some time ago about the first time with Ethan. I just need some smut + fluff with him. Like, I love Ethan smut where he's a hardcore dom but fluff, sweet, loving sex gets me so bad... I don't know if you'll write that as something fluff but if not, take it as a request 😩😩

oh you want some sweetiepie ethan? i got you covered gurl. the v-card fic is gonna be some real damn toothrottingly sweet fluff city shit okcurr-- no degradation, all loveliness& diving in to that side of ethan that is just absolutely prince charming the dreamiest of all dreamboys

i guess i can share a smidgen of info..... hes been dating this girl for abit& hes being ridiculously respectful/nonpushy, understanding, nonjudgy. he gets that its a big deal& also gets that shes a special lady who deserves to be treated special

she says: ‘please just talk to me, but not like im a virgin that you have to over-explain everything to, talk to me like im any other girl’, to which he replies: ‘but youre not any other girl’

baBAM bitchaz-- how do ya like me now?