"The heavens have brought us a great gift my dear Husband", she had said importantly - then holding her breath, eager with the hope that Pietro would accept the boy as his own, without question.
"What is this one's name?” her husband asked, looking down at the button-nose dribbling snot.
"He was baptised Giovanni, this Sunday past”, Pica answered quietly, still waiting for his approval.
“I am sorry you missed his Christening”, she hurriedly added.
Pietro sighed deeply.
"I choose to call him Francesco" he then said tenderly, as though enchanted with the child all of a sudden - stroking the soft golden hair that grew all fluff and curl upon his tiny head.
He pondered to himself how the rest of his offspring were hitherto olive skinned with chestnut down … until now, but then soon forgot this question.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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