@-candlelit xx. when adelaide saw her mammina enter the room, she let go of her father and quickly climbed into her bed, the four year old knowing that she’d be in trouble if she saw that she was saw out of bed by her mother; vince sighed as his six’nine figure stepped closer to his wife’s smaller body, pushing her hair from her face. “what’s the matter, coccinella (little bird)?” he asked, tilting his head down at her. “mm? talk to me, yeah?”