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"Come on, Sebastian. Say papà for dad!" Matteo excitedly babbled to his and Y/N's 18-month-old son, Sebastian.
Y/N chuckled from the kitchen, making dinner while shaking her head at her Italian husband in amusement.
"Relax, Matteo... Just be patient, he'll be talking soon!" Y/N laughed while stirring the Risotto alla Milanese.
Matteo grumbled something that she couldn't hear, but probably among the lines of, "Bet I'm his favorite parent..."
"Mat, Bastian, dinner's ready!" Y/N set the table up, putting the risotto on the table.
Matteo and Y/N sat adjacent to each other with Sebastian across from them on his high chair.
The dinner was the usual at the Darmian house that day, not out of the ordinary happened.
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"Sebastian! Say papà for me, please!" Matteo begged him again, with Y/N sitting next to him on the floor while Sebastian was in front of them.
"What did I just tell you, Darmian!? Be patient o non avrai tiramisù per un mese!" (Or no tiramisu for a month!) Y/N started in English, before turning to Italian (which Matteo taught her).
Matteo rolled his eyes, "Shut up!"
Sebastian looked up at his parents, looking at Y/N before he opened his mouth.
"M-m-mamma!" Sebastian giggled, walking towards her.
Matteo's jaw was agape, stunned at his son saying his first words.
"You did it, amico! Ti amo, mio figlio. But you could've said papà...." Matteo kissed his son's cheeks, proud of the moment.
Y/N playfully whacked him in the head, laughing at her husband.
"Ti amo, marito mio..." "I love you, my husband..." Y/N whispered on his lips, before kissing him.
"You kind of have to. We said it in our vows and everything, and we wear the rings!" Matteo winked, before smiling. "Anche io ti amo, mia cara moglie..." "I love you too, my darling wife..."
