Disclaimer: I don't own the goodness that is Katekyo Hitman Reborn. This goes for the first chapter as well.

Lengend: Italics = Memories

Bold = Letter

In the dark skies of Sicily, sat alone a man drowning himself in his favourite pastime of reminiscing.

Abramo Bovino is such a man on this starless night.

A knock is heard.

"Boss the reports have come in" Greif apparent on his features the messenger puts the reports on the desk and makes himself scarce. Abramo sighs deeply, too lost in past memories to be aware of his surroundings.

An emerald gaze hits him full force like a bulldozer.

"Do you mean it?" "Of course I do" An intake of breath is heard. "Really?" An exasperated sigh is heard once again as this routine of questions and reassurance had been happening for a minimum of 10 minutes.

"Fine…. Aaliyah Rowan Amarante, will you give me the honour of being your husband?"

A tense silence passes. The wind blows on the hillside.

"Yes, I will"

A whiskey bottle is emptied. Another one is opened.

….

"WHAT!" "I'm pregnant, so…" A deafening silence reins the room. "What are you fee—"

A thump reverberates throughout the room.

"That doesn't tell me anything"

A smile graces his face.

"Congratulations! It's a beautiful baby boy!"

Cries are echoed in the room.

"Well I'm glad you're happy. My hands swollen now … "

His tired wife gaze takes a sharp 180 degree turn from caring and gentle to vicious and livid.

"Are you . . . are you seriously comparing birth to your stupid useless hand?" Aaliyah gestures to me to come closer. "I'll show you real pain, husband of mine"

"I'm fine thanks" A sweatdrop appears from the midwife.

I'm stupid not suicidal.

"For payment you're going to let me name our son and you will like it"

"Okay, Okay!"

"Lambo" "Lambo?" "Yes, Lambo. Lambo Bovino"

Lambo it is then.

The generated happiness fades away with the most recent memory of his wife.

Lambo crawls around the floor looking for his favourite stuffed toy bull. At one and half years of age his hair seems to have taken a liking to defying gravity, bits of carpet in his mini afro. Green eyes sparkling with glee.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry. You wouldn't have been a good father to Lambo if you knew. You'd be too worried about me."

"We could've found a cure for it. Were you never going to tell me?"

"I was, I promise."

"Was I going to have to wait for you to die to find out? Lucky me!" Sarcasm dripping from my voice seemed to have caught Lambos' attention.

"Honey all that matters now is that we spend as much time together as possible"

A few months later and on August 29TH XXXX Aaliyah Rowan Bovino died from internal bleeding from the lung and blood clotting of the heart.

In his wifes drawing room he looks through her belongings to give to mourning relatives finds a letter addressed to him and another addressed to Lambo

Tearing open the last memento of his wife he begins reading. . .

Dear Honeybee

If you have found this letter it is safe to say that I have passed on. I'm sorry I didn't tell when the complications first appeared during the pregnancy, but I knew you would say I should abort it and I didn't want that. Weren't you happy when you first saw your son in the hospital? I know you cried when you thought no one was looking. But promise me this :

Love our son. Cherish him like you cherished me. Don't hate him; it's not his fault I died. I already had a weak body which you knew about from my childhood illness.

I can only hope you carry out the wishes of a dead woman. I will understand if you can't but I will be very sad disappointed in you.

The letter addressed to Lambo should be given to him when he is 14 years old. 14 is old enough right? Actually give it to him when his 15. 15 years is better.

I love you with half my heart,

Aaliyah Rowan Bovino, your wife

The bottle of whiskey stopped it ascent to his mouth mid-flight as the letters content washed over him like a tsunami. "What have I been doing?"

The reports on his desk concerning his dearest boy burns bright like a beacon in the darkness of the room.

Is there redemption?

Abramo stands up and goes to his office trash can and collects all the other reports concerning the wellbeing of Lambo, his last link to his wife.

"Better late than never"