Author's Note: Look on Master Assassin Darkstorm's profile for the sequel!

It had been a couple months since Damion was kidnapped. He was babbling now, calling Franchesca "mama" and Domenico "da." He was also more steady with his crawling and had three baby teeth. Franchesca had started to feed him semi-solid foods, like mashed potatoes, mashed peas, and applesauce. Damion refused to eat anything when Franchesca him, but ate happily whenever Domenico fed him.

Franchesca often smiled when she saw Domenico feeding Damion. Domenico was such a great dad, always finding the time to come home and spend time with his family.

What worried Franchesca the most, however, is when Domenico would go out, dressed in his robes, to locate Sophia.

The woman who had ordered the kidnapping of Damion.

That was all Franchesca knew, and frankly, she didn't want to know more. Almost immediately after they recovered Damion, Franchesca took him to Federico to get him looked at.

Miraculously, Damion was perfectly fine, which made Franchesca cry. Whoever was taking care of him had somewhat of a heart, because he was in better condition than the infants that were delivered to their families. Some of those infants were lethargic while some were severely malnourished and dehydrated.

What bothered Franchesca the most, however, was seeing the infants whose bodies were left to lay in their "cribs," like they were only sleeping. The families of these infants were never found, and Franchesca hoped they never would be.

Afterward, Domenico would leave to search for Sophia. He would come home with leads that would, hopefully, lead to her capture, while others were downright outrageous.

It was one of the worse days the day Domenico decided to move his little family to Tiber Island, after coming home angry and hurt.

"Damion, eat your mashed potatoes for Mommy, please?" Franchesca pleaded.

Damion, who wasn't wanting to eat, was turning his head away from the spoon.

"Damion." Franchesca said softly.

Damion would turn and look at his mother, wonder on his face.

Franchesca opened her mouth, knowing Damion would copy her and do the same thing.

Damion did so, and the spoon of mashed potatoes went into his mouth. Damion's nose wrinkled and then he started to spit out the potatoes.

"Damion. You need to eat." Franchesca sighed.

Damion, covered in mashed potato, grabbed a handful of them and threw the potatoes at the wall. When they stuck, he picked up another handful and plopped it on his head.

He looked at Franchesca, grabbed another handful of mashed potato, and threw them in her face, laughing.

"Fran! I'm home!" Domenico's voice called out, sounding irritated.

"In here!" Franchesca called out, getting the potatoes out of her eyes the best she could so she could see.

Domenico walked into the kitchen, saw mashed potatoes stuck to the wall, some of which were now falling to the floor, some in his son's dark brown hair, and looked at Franchesca, who was still cleaning potato out of her face, and laughed.

"Well, that's something I should have expected." Domenico laughed.

"Can you please get your son to eat while I go clean the potato out of my face?"

"He's your son too."

"But he'll eat anything for you." Franchesca replied, finally opening her eyes and handing Domenico the spoon.

Domenico sat down, lowered his hood, and took the spoon. As Franchesca went to go clean her face, she heard Domenico say, "Come on son, eat this for Daddy."

"I've tried that, and he won't do it." Franchesca replied, getting the potato off her face.

"Open up Damion. Here comes the birdy!"

Franchesca turned to watch as Damion turned his head away from the spoon.

"Come on son, eat the yummy potatoes for Daddy!" Domenico said before eating a bite of the mashed potatoes.

Damion watched Domenico with interest and then opened his mouth. Franchesca watched in amazement as her husband fed Damion some mashed potato and Damion didn't spit it out. Damion was quiet for a minute before yelling, "Da!"

"How do you do that?" Franchesca asked, amazed.

Domenico chuckled and fed Damion another spoonful of the potatoes. "Mi madre said I was the same way. I wouldn't eat anything unless someone had a bite of it first."

Damion yelled, "Da!" again.

Franchesca chuckled. "How was the search today? Anything new?"

Domenico sadly shook his head after giving Damion more mashed potatoes. "The leads I had were all false leads."

"What!"

"Sophia never left for Venezia, or Firenze, or Tuscany. She's still here in Roma somewhere."

"We can't let her get Damion again!" Franchesca almost shouted.

Domenico nodded, put the spoon down, and turned to Franchesca. "I know. Which is why I'm looking for a home on Tiber Island to move into."

"What! I like this house! Damion was born here, Domi!"

"Fran, I know this! But we can't stay here if Sophia's looking for us. I'm thinking about yours and Damion's safety first!" Domenico replied, going back to feeding Damion, who was screaming "Da!" over and over.

"What if you can't find us a home on Tiber Island?" Franchesca asked, worried.

"Then I've found a house in Forli my cousin is willing to let us use until we find somewhere closer."

"We don't really have much of a choice, do we?" Franchesca asked.

Domenico shook his head. "No, we don't."

Damion turned his head away from the potatoes. "No!"

"Come on son, one more bite."

"Domi, when he says no, he's done." Franchesca explained. "Do you want to bathe him or shall I?"

"I'll get him cleaned up." Domenico replied, picking Damion up, "You've had a rough day." He walked over and kissed Franchesca. "I'll clean up the mess he made as well."

"Thanks Domi."

"What else am I here for?" Domenico replied before taking Damion to get him cleaned up.

Franchesca smiled and went to go read a book. If moving to Tiber Island or Forli was the best thing for Damion's sake, then she didn't have a problem with it.

It will be a blissful future. That was what Franchesca was looking forward to the most.