This chapter was not supposed to come out but because I forgot to mark the complete button, and as requested by Cocopop55 I made this chapter. This is mostly Giotto-centric so yeah. I hope you enjoy since I did in making this last one.

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Just Like Luca

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"I'm pregnant."

The moment she said those words, Giotto could only stare at her and let the ink on his quill drop dirty spots on his paperwork. What did she say?

Allegra had to bite her lower lips to fight the urge to laugh at the mixture of emotions on her husband's face. "What did you say?" Giotto asked in a voice loud enough for his wife to hear. Surely, he might still be under the influence of that wretched paperwork for him to hear her wrongly.

The brunette could only let her soft laugh echo through the walls of Giotto's office, approach him and took the quill from his grasp. He followed her through his confused blue eyes.

"I'm sure Don Cavallone will not be happy if he sees further ink drops on his documents, my love." She said as she move the papers further on his desk so she could sit in front of him.

Oh how she loved to put this man off balance. "Love," he called again – wanting her to clarify her first statement.

Allegra grinned and decided she could tease him more before clarifying what she first said. "Maybe I should I have married a normal man instead of a Mafia Don after all." She ran her long fingers on his hair and smiled that it was still as soft as when she first touched them. "Maybe then my husband would learn to listen to me more."

Giotto frowned upon hearing her statement and tried glaring at her. Tried that is, because who was he kidding? He'll never get angry with her. "Allegra…" He playfully warned.

But his love only laughed and locked her fingers on his nape – a futile attempt of a hug on her part. But a small tug was all it took for him to get her sitting on his lap; this time a playful smile was gracing his lips.

"Giotto!" She squealed before she attempted to remove herself from his grasp. "As far as most of everyone in this mansion knows, I am but a respectable lady who came to Don Vongola for advice! What will they think if they see us in this scandalous position?"

Giotto laughed and dropped a kiss on the side of her neck before saying, "I am sure G and Asari are patrolling outside so I can do whatever I want with you Missus Giotto de Vongola."

As he called her that, she stopped wriggling and looked at him. Truly, how did she manage to get this man again? Nonetheless, she smiled at his endearment and took his face on her hands then dropped a kiss on his lips.

"You know that I love you, right, Giotto?" She asked as she looked at his sky blue eyes.

His eyes had always been a mirror to his soul – an open, accepting sky.

"As I do, Allegra. As I do." He whispered as he held her hand that was still holding his face on their soft caress. "Now, tell me…" He tilted her chin so he could look directly at her without the fuzzy , almost happy nagging of his Intuition. "Are you really…?"

The grin and laughter were back on her lips on no time as she properly hugged her husband. Her powerful, accepting husband.

"Oh yes, you stubborn man! I am pregnant!"

"Giotto, will you please calm and sit down?" G said as he followed his boss walk back and forth in front of him. He was driving him nervous too if he kept on doing his nauseating strides.

The said man though just ignored him with a frantic wave of his wrist before he walked towards one of his French windows, stare at the dark night below, then go back to his walking. G shared a concerned, almost nervous look with Asari before letting a frustrated growl come out.

"Giotto, I'm sure Allegra will be fine." Asari proposed in a fragile attempt to calm his friend. "She has a strong will and I'm sure this event won't hurt her… that much."

The Vongola Boss stopped for a moment – as if letting the words that Asari said sink in. Both Storm and Rain Guardians looked at him – waiting for any signs of paranoia and fear. But the subject only grunted, continued his pacing and added another irritating mannerism; nail biting.

G could only look at their Japanese friend with a raised eyebrow before groaning. He threw a pillow on the Rain Guardian in pure irritation but of course, said target managed to avoid it but it didn't stop the embarrassed smile from stretching his already nervous face.

"Great, just great, sword freak!" G scolded. "You just mention that there is a possibility for her to get hurt on this occasion."

"Well, I'm just stating a fact. Allegra is a wonderful woman and I'm sure she'll pass this trial without further complications and—"

"This is all my fault!" The Guardians jerked before looking at their frantic Boss who looked like he was more than ready to light his flames and fly to his love. The Rain and Storm looked at each other before standing up.

"Giotto! You know what Allegra said. No matter what happens you shall remain here in the mansion until she lets us know about the situation. We are not allowed to interfere." G said as he stood closer to his Boss and ready in case Giotto decides to break his promise and really light his flames this time.

"Yes, Giotto. I mean that is why we're here in the first place," Asari added. "Or do you want us to summon Alaude as well so he could put cuffs on you to keep you here?"

Giotto glared at his Rain before saying, "And you do know that I'll just break out of those cuffs, right?"

"Yes, we know. You won't be the Boss if you couldn't." Asari smiled before he let G take over. "Listen, Boss. Just think – if you go to Allegra at this moment, won't you endanger her life and the child she's carrying just because you're worried she won't make it pass the trial? You'll not only endanger their lives but I'm sure that heads will roll once Gaetano knows that the Don Vongola and his daughter has this relationship."

For once, Giotto seemed to calm down and noticed that indeed, his Intuition was telling him that everything will be alright; that his wife will make it through.

He only nodded. After all, it was all he could do.

It was his fault that Allegra and himself can't live a normal life.

But as the three of them contemplated on the next things that they will do, a figure moved in the shadows of Giotto's office. Scoffing as he did with only one thought playing on his mind.

"Husbands, new Fathers and women in labour – these were never a good combination."

"He's beautiful, Love."

The Vongola Boss looked at the bundle of joy that was resting on his wife's arms. The boy looked adorably little and vulnerable that it would only take one grip from him and it could end his son's life.

His Right and Left Hand Men looked as astonished as him – being in the same page as him when it came to children. Allegra could only look at them with amused eyes but she couldn't bring herself to make fun at them – she, herself suffered the same amazed reaction when she first laid her eyes on their son.

"Don't you want to hold him?" Allegra asked as she felt small sets of tears peek on the edges of her eyes. And besides, she wanted to see Giotto hold their son.

"Huh?" Giotto looked at her in confusion before turning to both of his best friends then to his hands. They were quite big and scarred with the results of endless fights and training. "I'm…" He smiled at Allegra, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm not sure if I could…"

Slap! He looked at G and gently rubbed the part of his shoulder that his best friend slapped. "Oh come on, Giotto! That's your son for goodness' sake!"

The Storm Guardian looked proud though – instead of the scowl of irritation that he was expecting to see. Asari seemed to agree as well when he gave Giotto a nod when the Boss looked at him.

And so, Giotto held out his arms and waited, nervously to have the bundle of joy on his arms. His wife was only too happy to oblige him. She approached him, her maid by her side in case she needed her assistance., and slowly placed their son on his strong and waiting arms.

"He's so light." Giotto whispered as he tried to swallow the lump of emotion on his throat. His son had his complexion and his features – though he could see the slight curves of Allegra on the boy as well.

His friends moved closer to him to observe the new Vongola. "By god, Giotto! The boy will be your exact copy once he grows up!" G exclaimed as he held the grip of the boy on his finger. "A rather wonderful boy, I reckon. I'd wager he'll be as good as his parents." Asari added as he cooed at the boy.

Giotto could only smile – proud as a parent could ever be. It was an unquestionable situation.

He will love his son to the ends of time – and he only met him a few minutes ago! Can a bond be really created in such a short time?

"Did you name him already?" Asari managed to pull him from his thoughts with his question and the Boss could only look at his wife. "Did you, Love?"

Allegra could only laugh – still managed to look happy despite the tears that were falling from her eyes, "Silly Giotto! I carried him for nine months and gave birth to him – do I still have to think of his name?" Of course, he got her message; I want you to name him.

He thought for a while, scanning his mental list of names – which was never long in the first place. It was not that he never thought of it, but he just thought that maybe Allegra would want the honour of naming their first born.

"Luca." He said and glad that the name flowed on his tongue smoothly and perfectly. "Luca de Vongola."

"He's mad at you." Allegra mentioned as she sat down beside Giotto. They were on a meadow – one that was hidden in the Vongolian Forests and far away from either the mansion or the Gaetano town.

"I know." He knew his son was going to be mad at him – especially if he wasn't able to attend his son's 5th birthday. "Giotto, you know that I tried explaining it to him right? And Luca understood. But – "

"I know. I knew the both of you waited but I can't just leave! Knuckle and Lampo were badly injured and I can't just leave them – " Giotto tried to explain as he watched his son sulk on the grass a few feet away from them.

Over the years, G's words regarding young Luca's looks came true. Luca now had a brown gravity -defying hair that was naturally styled like his and eyes that were an exact replica of his mother's; though, oddly enough, anyone can see the endless, strong and accepting sky the boy would be.

"Oh not you too! Stop sulking and talk to Luca!" Allegra nudged him as she said her words, "If you can't fix this, Giotto – I swear I will skin you alive and feed you to the lions!"

Giotto looked at his wife before he gave out a laboured breath. How can he, the Boss of the soon to be strongest Mafia Family be scared and nervous in facing his sulking son? He could face an army and death without even blinking!

Seeing no response from her husband, Allegra nudged at him again and threw him a glare – making her threats as visible as possible. And Giotto, finding no excuse nor exit of the situation, got up and walked towards his son.

"Luca?" He called as he towered over the small figure of his son. The boy didn't even acknowledge him.

The problem with Luca being Giotto and Allegra's son was that – he could be extremely stubborn when he wanted to and the Boss definitely is on the receiving end right at the moment. "Luca, will you talk to Papa?" He said before he sat beside the young boy on the grass. "You know why Papa can't leave right?"

Luca, however, looked at the other way. Of course he knew of his Uncle Knuckle and his Uncle Lampo and he cared for them genuinely – even if the other party didn't even know he existed.

And the good thing about Luca being Giotto and Allegra's son was that – he could be extremely understanding and accepting to any situation or person he met or imagined he met. He knew why his Papa can't leave and he understood. But it did hurt though.

While looking at his son, Giotto felt his Intuition nudging at him like crazy and just like that, he knew what to say next to make his son talk to him. "Listen, will you talk to Papa if I show you that sparkly flame you always wanted to see?"

Luca knew about his Father's flames.

He saw them once.

And he always wanted to see them again. So, he looked up at his Father and beamed in happiness – all the bad feelings fading away in exchange of a rare opportunity to see the sparkly, warm flame. "Yes, Papa! Show them!"

Giotto knew he shouldn't be letting his son be indulged with the Flames. He knew what was resting and hiding inside his son. He knew that boy inherited his Flames and though it was still weak, it didn't cover the fact that it had his element; an element many would sell their souls to have in their custody.

As a Vigilante Boss, and moreover, as a Father – he would never wish for young Luca to discover his Flames and fall into the dark world of the Mafia.

But of course, in front of the happy eyes of son, Giotto knew it was a lost cause.

Later that evening, when Allegra and her maid were preparing to leave with a happy, yet sleeping Luca in her arm, Giotto suddenly had the urge to say, "Allegra – come live with me."

Allegra looked at Giotto, surprised that he could even suggest that. She mentioned for her maid to leave them for the moment and look for their carriage.

It was only when the maid was out of sight that she looked at her husband and said, "Giotto – you do know that what you're saying is a declaration of war, right?" He only looked at his son, and concentrated on the mad pounding of his Intuition. "I know. But, Allegra – listen to me, I have a bad feeling about this."

He lifted a palm and rested it on his wife's smooth cheek, "Tonight, if I let you go, I have this feeling that I will never see the both of you again." Giotto did not say it. Did not say what he truly feared – the moment that he will never see them alive again.

Allegra, only gave him a sympathizing smile, managed to balance Luca's body in one arm and held Giotto's hand with the other. "You worry too much, dear husband. My Father won't lay a finger on me nor Luca. He loves us and you knew it. Now rest that Intuition of yours. We will be alright."

Giotto knew – his Intuition was never wrong. But with that resolved look on Allegra's face, his heart threatened to break and he could only pray deep inside his mind that Let this be the first that my Intuition is wrong.

"Miss, the carriage is here." The maid whispered behind them and Allegra stepped closer to Giotto to let him kiss their son. "Goodbye, my sweet." He whispered to his slumbering boy. "Papa loves you. So, so much." Then he let a small wave of his Flame awaken Luca's own – hoping that it will give his son courage to face whatever they will meet tonight.

Then he turned to his wife. His beloved.

He kissed her.

Kissed her deep and raw – letting all his love flow to her in one single kiss. "Goodbye, my love." Then he kissed her temple. "I love you. With all my heart and soul."

Allegra knew the fear of her husband. Knew that it was one fear she will never erase in him. She gave his hand a squeeze before smiling and leave.

But a few more steps towards their carriage she turned and look back at him.

"Don't you worry, love. We will be alright."

She said it and knew that he should trust her – but he didn't.

For he knew what will happen next.

Giotto never passed any other boss that proceeded him.

He knew their hearts were filled with so much ambition for wealth and power an d that ambition led the Vongola to a path of death and blood, betrayal and destruction. In times like these, when he was hold witness to the bloodshed that his Family created that he ever regretted in founding such Famiglia.

In times like these that he had regretted and hoped that he didn't succumb to the depression in his heart when his wife and son were killed and that he didn't gave his reign to his cousin and Mist Guardian.

Then perhaps Vongola was not in this path of blood now.

But then one man appeared and had a change of heart.

The Ninth Boss. This man held the promise to start, somehow, turning Vongola to the path it originally knew. That one path he and his Guardians started and forged – one that protected the weak and innocent.

But like the other Bosses, Giotto knew the weakness in this man's heart. He knew of the sadness of losing sons and having the last one to turn into a wrathful and vengeful man that despised anything other than the idea of reigning Vongola.

And so Primo stayed and watched this man journey – even witnessed when Timoteo went to Japan to meet a subordinate. He saw as they interacted, knew that this was his descendant; knew that it should be better to let things remain in that way.

To let his cousin's descendants to continue lead his Family and let his own descendants lead the paths they wished to have. After all, he never wished to for Luca to inherit his curse and mantle. But first and foremost, Giotto knew that Iemitsu was not the man who inherited his will.

And then he watched, as Timoteo was introduced to a boy.

A boy who looked so much like him even in such a young age.

A boy who looked so much like his young Luca.

There he felt the sudden urge to appear and gather the boy in his arms – slightly blinded by the missing emotion for his, but then the ring's will held him back; let him know that it was not yet the time for the two of them to meet.

But it promised him that Giotto will have his chance.

A chance he never had in his physical life.

So he observed, and witnessed the small difference between Luca and this boy who was named, Tsunayoshi.

Unlike Luca, Tsunayoshi promised a will as strong as Giotto's. Even the purity and resolve of his Flames rivalled his.

And unlike Luca, Tsunayoshi proved to be a boy who will grow up to a man who will reign Vongola with the promise of Giotto's way and ideologies. This was a boy, though young, will turn the bloodied Famiglia back to its path – one that was forged to them by the First Family.

So he watched.

Waited.

Until the ring embraced the finger of Tsuna.

He watched as his son struggled through the ways of the Mafia and was amazed by the ever strengthening resolve of the boy to protect and fight for his loved ones. He was so much like Luca and so much like him that it always made his heart ache whenever Tsunayoshi had to face another challenge and trial that threatened to break his family apart.

He watched in amazement as their will crept into the Tenth Generation as well. Was amazed that their will weren't the only thing the Tenth Generation managed to inherit but so were their physical shells – or what was left to them anyway.

And every time Tsuna fell on his knees, Giotto would kneel with him – gather his descendant in a warm embrace like he would do with his young Luca and let the Flames and emotions do their work.

It would comfort and heal the young Boss.

And then he will be alright again.

Just like Luca.

In times, Giotto wondered. If his son survived, did that meant that he could have succeeded to be Vongola's second boss?

Maybe, or maybe not.

Though as Primo watched his descendant carry the mantle he once wore, Giotto knew that Luca was meant to be Secondo and his boy died without fulfilling that mission. But maybe Luca was meant to die in his time, meant to not succeed so Giotto would learn the lessons of life. To teach him again what was really important.

Family.

But now he did. In the form of Giotto's descendant and a few generations late.

As Vongola Jyuudaime.

As Vongola Decimo.

And as Primo watch his son and descendant turn his Family to what it originally was, he will be there – will continue smiling for his son.

Like a true, proud father should.

Okay. This completes it. I hope you liked it and not mind dropping a review or two. Thanks a lot for reading this in a whim of a fic. This is QueenRaven04 signing off, Ciao!