Seeing Luca now , Seeing my youngest son now , feels different after 5 , years of not seeing him , 5 years he has been taken from me , but now he is not like he was , he is different.

Now , he needs crutches , now he stutters , now he looks scared , very scared . I couldn’t protect him , I couldn’t, I am so sorry Luca.

5 years ago with each other , I remmember a day , we were just like a big family , just with each other , just a day without any stress or anything .

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The living room was alive with the sound of Spider-Man swinging across the TV screen, and Alessio was practically bouncing beside me, tucked under my arm ,his excitement infectious. He pointed eagerly at the screen, barely able to sit still.

“Papa, look! Spidey’s about to catch the bad guy!” Alessio’s voice was full of energy, his eyes wide with anticipation.

“I see, piccolo” I said, smiling at his enthusiasm.

“Spider-Man’s doing a great job, isn’t he?”

“The best!” Alessio declared, completely engrossed in the action.

Marco, who was lounging across the couch with his head on my lap,while I was playing with his hair ,he was half-watching the TV, half-playing a game on my phone. He looked up briefly, catching the scene, and grinned.

“Yeah, Spidey’s cool,” Marco said, still tapping away at the phone.

“But Iron Man’s better. He’s got all the tech. I’d definitely want his suit.”

I chuckled, ruffling Marco’s hair. “You and your tech,” I teased.

“What would you do with all that power, *eh*?”

Marco flashed a mischievous grin. “Fly around, maybe shoot a few lasers. You know, the usual.”

Alessio rolled his eyes at his twin. “Iron Man’s okay, but Spider-Man’s way faster. He’s gotta be quicker to catch the bad guys.”

Before Marco could respond, I heard the soft sound of little feet padding across the floor. I looked up to see Luca standing in the doorway, clutching his stuffed bear, *Orso*. His big brown eyes were curious, peeking out from behind his unruly curls.

“Papa!” Luca’s voice was high-pitched and sweet, with that adorable toddler lisp that made every word sound like a new discovery. “Wha’ you doin’?”

I opened my arm to him, inviting him over. “Come here, cucciolo. We’re watching Spider-Man. Want to join us?”

Luca’s face lit up with a big smile, and he toddled over as fast as his little legs could carry him. He stumbled a bit but didn’t fall, determined to get to the couch. When he reached me, I scooped him up, settling him on my lap beside Marco.

“Spidey!” Luca exclaimed, his eyes wide as he looked at the TV. He clutched *Orso* tightly, his little legs kicking in excitement.

“Yeah, Luca, we’re watching Spider-Man,” Marco said, grinning at his baby brother. “You like Spidey, huh?”

“Yesh!” Luca nodded enthusiastically, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Spidey go fast! Wheee!”

Alessio leaned over, eager to include Luca. “You know, Luca, Spider-Man catches all the bad guys. He’s super brave!”

Luca’s eyes widened even more, if that was possible. “Bwave Spidey!”

I couldn’t help but smile at how easily Luca got caught up in the excitement of the moment. “That’s right, cucciolo Spider-Man is very brave."

Luca looked up at me with those big, trusting eyes, a look of pure admiration on his face. “Papa bwave too?”

“Of course, tesoro” I said, giving him a gentle squeeze. , while chuckling

Luca snuggled deeper into my arms, content with that answer. He continued to watch the show, his little hands gripping Orso as if the bear were his own superhero.

Just then, Leonardo and Massimo appeared in the doorway, drawn by the noise and laughter coming from the living room. Leonardo was the first to speak, his voice carrying a note of curiosity and amusement.

“What’s going on here?” Leonardo asked, taking in the scene of his younger brothers and me on the couch.

“Spider-Man!” Alessio said, his excitement not waning even as his older brothers joined us. “And Luca just joined us!”

Massimo raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the doorframe. “A family movie night without us? That’s not fair.”

I patted the couch beside me, inviting them over. “There’s plenty of room. Come join us.”

Leonardo and Massimo exchanged a quick look, and then Leonardo shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, but only if we can watch something with more action next time.”

Massimo walked over and sat down in the other couch , next to it is arm, making sure there was space for everyone. He glanced at Luca, who was still mesmerized by the TV, and gave him a warm smile. “How’s it going, piccolo?”

Luca looked up at Massimo, grinning. “Spidey catch bad guys! Bwave!”

Massimo chuckled.

Leonardo settled in on the other side of the couch, reaching out to ruffle Alessio’s hair. “How many bad guys has Spidey caught so far?”

“Lots!” Alessio said, holding up his fingers as if counting. “And he’s gonna catch more!”

Ricardo showed up next, having heard the lively discussion from the hallway.

He was just a couple of years younger than Massimo, He quickly found a spot on the floor in front of the couch, leaning back against my legs.

“What’d I miss?” Ricardo asked, grinning as he looked around at the gathering.

“Looks like a full house in here.”

“Spider-Man’s about to catch the bad guy,” Alessio filled him in eagerly.

“But Marco thinks Iron Man’s better.”

Ricardo nodded thoughtfully. “Iron Man’s cool, but Spider-Man’s got the moves. I’m with Alessio on this one.”

Marco, never one to back down, smirked. “But does Spidey have his own private jet? Didn’t think so.”

Luca giggled at the exchange, not fully understanding but loving the energy in the room. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with happiness.

I smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Luca beemed up at me , wiggling in my lap with excitement. “Papa hero!”

The boys all laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth. There was a brief pause as everyone settled into their spots, and for a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of Spider-Man saving the day on TV.

“Hey, Luca,” Marco said after a while, leaning over to whisper in his baby brother’s ear. “Wanna help Spidey catch the bad guys?”

Luca’s eyes lit up at the idea. “Yes! Luca help Spidey!”

“Alright, here’s what you do,” Marco began, making a game out of it. “Every time you see a bad guy, you gotta point him out to Spidey. Can you do that?”

Luca nodded vigorously, his little hand ready to point at the screen. “Luca help Spidey! Luca bwave!”

Every time a villain appeared on screen, Luca pointed with intense focus, earning cheers and encouragement from his brothers. “There! Bad guy! Get him, Spidey!” he shouted, his voice filled with pure joy.

“Good job, Luca!” Ricardo praised, clapping for him. “You’re the best sidekick Spidey could ask for.” He said while chuckling

Luca beamed, the attention and praise from his brothers making him glow with happiness. He leaned back into me, his energy finally starting to wane but his excitement still buzzing just beneath the surface.

“Papa,” Luca whispered, looking up at me with those big, sleepy eyes. “We watch Spidey ‘gain tomorrow?”

“Of course, bambino,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “We can watch Spidey whenever you want.”

Luca nodded, satisfied with that answer. He settled back against me, still holding *Orso* close, his eyes half-closed but still watching the screen.

“Alright, boys,” I said, realizing the hour was getting late. “It’s almost time for bed.” the twins had school tommorow

“Aww, come on, Papa,” Alessio groaned, though there was no real fight in his voice. “Just a little longer?”

I shook my head with a smile. “Not tonight. But we’ll have plenty of time for more Spider-Man tomorrow.”

Leonardo and Massimo stood up, stretching as they prepared to head upstairs. “Alright, alright,” Leonardo said, laughing softly. “We’ll save some of that Spidey action for tomorrow.” I know they weren't going to sleep tho , Massimo would probably study , and leonardo, ahh , I really Don't know he will probably do something in his room.

Massimo patted Luca on the head before heading to the door. “Night, piccolo. Sweet dreams of Spidey and catching bad guys.”

“Night, Massy” Luca mumbled, his voice drowsy but happy.

Ricardo gathered the empty popcorn bowls, placing them on the coffee table before giving me a quick hug. “Goodnight, Papa. See you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, ragazzi” I replied, giving each of them a squeeze as they left the room. “Sleep well.” But before he went to his room he lifted Alessio from my arms and carried him on his shoulder

"RICARDOOOO" Alessio said while laughing, "What?"Ricardo teased while chuckling "Put me dooownnn" Alessio said "Ok , okay , I will put you down in your room" and with that he took off while alessio was kicking his legs

Marco was just laughing softly and after.that he sat up and hugged me

“Goodnight, Papa,” Marco mumbled in my shoulder “Love you.”

“Love you too, bambino,” I replied, returning the hug warmly.

And then he gave luca a hug and left

Now, it was just me and Luca, still snuggled on the couch, his little body warm and relaxed in my arms. He looked up at me, his eyelids drooping but still fighting to stay awake.

“Papa,” he mumbled, his voice soft and sleepy, “Luca hero too?”

I smiled down at him, my heart melting at his words. “Yes, baby you’re my little hero"

Luca’s face lit up with a sleepy smile, and he cuddled closer to me, his head resting against my chest. “Love you, Papa.”

“I love you too, tesoro ” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Always.”

For a few more minutes, we sat there together, the room quiet now, filled with only the soft sounds of Luca’s breathing and the hum of the TV. I held him close, savoring the warmth of his small body against mine, the perfect end to a perfect evening.

“Time for bed, *cucciolo*,” I said gently, though I was reluctant to move.

Luca nodded, his eyes finally closing. “Okay, Papa,” he murmured, his voice fading as sleep took over.

Carefully, I stood up, holding him securely in my arms, and carried him upstairs to his room. I laid him down in his bed, tucking him in with *Orso* by his side. He sighed contentedly, already deep in his dreams.

“Goodnight, Luca,” I whispered, brushing his curls back from his forehead.

With one last look at him, I quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind me.

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Now, standing in the present, with five years between that memory and the reality of today, I can’t help but mourn for the time we lost.

I see Luca now, and I know that the boy I held in my arms that night is still there, somewhere deep inside him.

But I also know that he’s been changed, shaped by forces beyond my control, by experiences I couldn’t protect him from.

I couldn’t protect him then.

But I can be here for him now. I can be the father he needs, the father he deserves.

And as I watch him, trying to get down of the stairs of the plane with those crutches, struggling with the weight of the world on his small shoulders, I vow to do everything in my power to help him carry that weight, to be his strength when he needs it most.

Because no matter what has happened, no matter how much time has passed,

Luca is still my son.

And I will always be his father.

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Now that Luca had drifted off for a brief nap—if one could even call it that—I found myself unable to shake the unease that settled in my chest.

It wasn’t the deep, restful sleep a child his age should fall into after a long day. Instead, it was a fitful, restless half-sleep, marked by the tension in his small frame.

His eyes fluttered open every few minutes, as if he were afraid to fully surrender to the darkness of sleep, clinging instead to the fragile safety of wakefulness.

The sight tugged at my heart, a painful reminder of how much had changed in the five years since he had been taken from me.

As I watched him, my gaze fell to his leg, and a new wave of concern washed over me.

His knee—it was locked in place, unable to bend, stiff and unnatural.

I realized, with a sinking feeling, that he had been using his crutches to prop his leg up, to keep it straight.

The thought that this might be the cause of his dependence on those crutches weighed heavily on my mind.

His knee seemed rigid, almost immobile, as if the joint had forgotten how to bend, how to move with the fluidity of a child’s boundless energy.

A thousand questions swirled in my mind. Had the injury to his knee been severe enough to cause permanent damage? Was this the reason he now needed crutches to walk? And more importantly, was it something that could be healed, something that time and care could mend? I searched my memory for answers, for anything that might offer a glimmer of hope.

If the injury wasn’t too severe, if it wasn’t something permanent, perhaps there was a chance—perhaps he wouldn’t need the crutches forever.

But then, the darker thoughts crept in, unbidden and relentless.

What if the injury was more serious than it appeared? What if this was something he would carry with him for the rest of his life? The thought of Luca struggling, of him living in pain, was almost too much to bear.

I had failed him once before, unable to protect him from the horrors he had endured.

I couldn’t bear the thought of failing him again.

I tried to push those fears aside, to focus on the present, on what could be done. Luca’s injury—whatever its extent—would be dealt with.

I would make sure of that. I would find the best, the best care, and I would do everything in my power to give him the chance to walk freely again, to run and play like he should.

But there was also the other side of it, the possibility that this injury, this stiffness in his knee, might be the least of what he had suffered.

His fear of sleep, his hesitance to fully let go even in moments of rest, spoke of a deeper trauma, one that wouldn’t be so easily healed by medical intervention alone.

Now, as the car pulled up in front of the mansion, we have gotten off the plane a long time ago, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This was the moment—the moment we would step inside and begin a new chapter, one that I prayed would be filled with healing and hope.

The mansion, with its towering gates and grand façade, loomed before us, a place that had once been a home filled with laughter and warmth.

Now, it felt like a fortress, a place where we would rebuild what had been lost, where Luca would reclaim the childhood that had been stolen from him.

But would he find solace here? Would this house, with all its memories, be a place of comfort or a reminder of the innocence he had lost?

I glanced at Luca, who was now fully awake, his eyes wide with apprehension as he took in the imposing structure before him.

I could see the uncertainty in his gaze, the hesitation as he gripped his crutches a little tighter, his knuckles white with tension.

“It’s going to be alright, Luca,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

“We’re home now.”He looked up at me, his expression one of tentative hope, but there was still a shadow in his eyes, a flicker of doubt that made my heart ache.

I reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder, offering him the only reassurance I could give in that moment. And he let me , he didn't flinch, and that is good .

“We’ll take it one step at a time,” I continued, my voice gentle.

“You don’t have to be afraid. We’re going to face this together.”Luca nodded slowly, but the fear in his eyes didn’t dissipate completely.

It was as if he were trying to convince himself of my words, trying to find the strength to believe that everything would indeed be alright.

I wanted to gather him into my arms, to shield him from the world and all the pain it had inflicted upon him, but I knew that this was something he needed to face in his own way, in his own time.

As we stepped out of the car and approached the entrance to the mansion, we have gotten out from the olane a long time ago

I couldn’t help but reflect on the enormity of what lay ahead.

This was more than just a homecoming—it was the beginning of a long journey, one that would require patience, understanding, and above all, love.

I was determined to give Luca everything he needed, to help him heal not just physically, but emotionally as well.

I would be there for him, every step of the way, as we navigated this new reality together.

The mansion doors loomed before us, tall and heavy, a barrier between the past and the future.

I took a deep breath, then reached out to open them, the weight of the moment pressing down on me.

As the doors swung open, revealing the familiar but somehow distant interior, I felt a surge of emotion—a mixture of hope, fear, and determination.

This was our new beginning.

A chance to heal, to rebuild, to find our way back to each other.

I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that we would face it together.

And with that thought, I took Luca’s hand in mine, guiding him through the threshold and into the warmth of the home that had been waiting for him all these years. _______________

Aaaaand finished , this chapter is to explain emotins and the thoughts of characters more that an event but next chapter luca will finally meet his other brothersss , anyways lmk what you think , and dw i am gonna post next chapter soon , i am not sure but i could even post it today but it will probably ne Tomorrow