Dally’s Perspective

I was sitting in the living room of my girlfriend (Y/N)’s small house, watching some tv.

She was talking on the phone with her friend, while she was cooking something.

“Well, what am I supposed to tell him?” A couple secondi pause. “I know it’s my fault, and a mistake.” Silence. “Yes, I do. But I don’t know how he’s going to react. We’re still young, and he’s, well Dally.” I was interested what was going on now. “Yes everything’s fine. I just don’t know what I want to do.”

I get up and walk to the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe. Her back is to me. “But I don’t know if he wants two bambini right now. I don’t even know if he wants bambini period.”

I was stunned. “Babies?” I asked. She whirled around, surprised.

“I’ll call te later,” she mutters into the phone.

She sets the phone down on the table, and crosses her arms, avoiding my eyes. I walk over to her, still not believing. “A baby?” I ask.

“Babies.” She weakly smiles. “Twin boys.”

I’m silent for a second, processing the information.

I bite my lip. “Can we name one Johnny?” I ask quietly.

She smiles, tears coming to her eyes. “Sure.” She nods her head.