Zophisa P.O.V

5 years later

"Fefe stop flying my child around like an airplane!" I yelled as she ran through the kitchen holding my two year of daughter, Chiara.

"She likes it!" She argued, "Right Chi Chi?"

"I want airplane!" Chiara demanded.

"You drop my child, I drop you," I said, looking Fefe in the eye. She just smirked and lifted Chiara off the ground before taking off.

"It's going to be me and your daughter in a minute," I said to Nana as she and my mom walked into the kitchen with grocery bags.

"What she do?" She asked as they sat the sat the bags on the counter.

"You saw that blur fly past you when you walked in here?" I asked, "That was her flying my baby around the house."

"You're so dramatic," my mom said with a chuckle.

"You need to sit down," Nana stressed as she walked over to me, making me roll my eyes.

"You really do," my mom agreed.

"I wish you two would be quiet before they hear us," I whispered as I sat at the island in the kitchen.

"They're going to be so surprised when you tell them tonight," my mom whispered with a squeal.

"Are you sure Luka doesn't know?" Nana asked.

"He probably does. I've always been fit and I'm basically showing," I said, pulling up the t-shirt I was wearing, showing my barely noticeable baby bump.

"Are you sure you don't want to wait until Christmas Day to tell them?" My mom asked.

"No Sincere loud ass is definitely going to say something about me not drinking," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Speaking of your brothers, where is Adrian?" Nana asked.

"He got here with Zoey while y'all were at the store. He's in the office with the other guys talking about lord knows what," I said, standing up and walking over to the sink.

"Where is grandma's baby?" My mom cooed.

"Upstairs in Chi Chi's room, sleep," I said, nodding to the baby monitor on the counter.

"I'm not gonna wake her up. Let's finish cooking and get these kids and men fed," my mom said.

"When did I become so domestic?" I asked dramatically.

"Didn't you just catch a body like two weeks ago?" My mom asked.

"Not important," I dismissed.

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"I'm telling you guys the empty nest syndrome is real. All of my babies are gone and Fefe's about to graduate I don't know what I'm going to do," Nana stressed as we set the table.

"I wouldn't know shit about empty nest syndrome my grown ass sons can't stay away from my house," my mom said.

"I don't want Chi Chi to grow up," I pouted.

"She's two," my mom deadpanned.

"Still," I said, my lip poked out. Caterina, who joined us late, just chuckled.

I walked over to the intercom and pressed the button before telling everyone to come eat. It wasn't long before everyone came rushing into the dining room. I took baby Zoey from Adrian's arms as the men brought the food from the kitchen to the dining room.

I cooed to the seven month old as they set up the table. Once everything was properly spread out Adrian tried to take Zoey but I hugged her closer to my chest with a pout. He just waved me off.

We all sat down around the table before Luka prayed over the food.

"Amen," we all said in unison once he was finished.

"Zoey why you not drinking?" Sincere asked from across the table,making baby Zoey look up from her bottle and me look away from Luka. The chatter at the table quickly died down.

"Well," I said slowly, looking at Luka, "I'm pregnant."

"Aw hell no," Adrian said, throwing his arms up.

"Again?" Sincere stressed, "Are you shitting me?"

"Shut up," I said, throwing a roll at him.

"Mama she throwing shit at me," he said, pointing to me.

"This my house, I do what I want," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I genuinely can't stand none of you kids," my mom said before taking a sip of her wine.

"I'm happy for you baby girl," Papa said with a smile.

"Thank you papa," I said with a smile.

"Fuck you two," I said, pointing to Adrian and Sincere.

"We're happy for you too," Caterina said with a smile.

"Yeah I'm happy too. Another airplane to fly around," Fefe said with a devious smile.

"I'm gonna find a belt and whoop your ass with it," I threatened her.

"You do what you feel is best," she said with a smirk.

"I used to like you," I said shaking my head. I turned to Luka who was just watching out interactions.

"Babe?" I asked, making him look at me.

"Oh I knew already," he said.

"How?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"The other day when I asked you to take a bath with me you said no because you read it would boil your insides," He said, making everybody chuckle.

"That could've been true," I said.

"Either way, I'm happy because we're going to have another baby," he said leaning in and giving me a peck on the lips.

"That's just disgusting," Adrian said, "You're holding my child. I'm not like you, she's the only one I got."

I just sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes.

"Nah but for real we always happy for you Zoey," Sincere said, making baby Zoey look up again.

"My niece said stop calling her mother fucking name," I said to him.

"Give me my damn baby," Adrian said, getting up and coming around the table to get her.

"You better stop trying to separate me and my namesake," I said to him.

"I regret naming her after you every day," He said flatly as he sat down.

"Just wait until she get older and I start telling her she really my daughter and I gave her to you 'cause you was desperate," I said.

"So you just gonna ignore my compliment ugly?" Sincere said.

"We are twins," I said.

"Fraternal," he countered.

"You are not coming back in my house after this," I said to him.

"Shitting me. I need to keep an eye on mr Mexico cause apparently he can't keep his hands to himself," he said.

"He's Italian," I stressed.

"Still taking up for him," he said, shaking his head.

"Okay," my mom interrupted, knowing this would go on all night. "I want to make a toast to my family. We are very dysfunctional and not at all conventional but we are amazing and I love you all."

"We love you too," we all said in unison.

"Cheers," she said, holding up her glass.

"Cheers," we repeated. I clinked my glass of water with Luka's glass of wine and looked him in the eye as we drank.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he said, pecking me on the lips.