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!fanfic: They're almost falling over you

Title: Almost They're falling over you Betareader:
brideofthewind Fandom: RPF - AC Fiorentina Characters: Giampaolo Pazzini, OFC, Alberto Gilardino , Sebastien Frey, Stevan Jovetic, Sinisa Mihajlovic, Riccardo Montolivo Rating: For all Warning: Fluff , What If, Futur! Fic Disclaimer: This fanfiction
not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told in this fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities.
Word Count: 3392w. (



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Notes: Belonging to the same verse Come back to me. ♥ , of which I miss so murderous. Come back soon, please, just a moment. ♥

They're ALMOST FALLING OVER YOU
"Are you sure that'll be all right?" Richard pauses for a moment in the doorway, wearing a formal jacket wrinkle and tightening the grip nervously on your suitcase. "I mean, I think I can ask Andrew -"
Giampaolo rolls his eyes and pushes him out the door without much ceremony, in front of his face sore, again raises his eyes and leans over to kiss him in turn slightly, remaining with his face against her for a while too, only for the need to stay close. "It'll be okay. I am grown up person, "he says, ignoring the blatant slap on the forehead that settles when Richard hears defined
adult. "And Stella is an angel. And Andrew wants the contract signed, then go to earn your salary - which, incidentally, we do not deserve - and let us here I think. " Richard sighs, obviously not at all convinced, and crosses his arms to his chest. "I found on the phone, email and smoke signals." Lists, patiently. "Stella has eaten and I've just changed, so I hope that for a while 'there is no need nothing. Siniša I heard, "he continues, slowly, ignoring the exasperated by Giampaolo air. "Stella says that you can take with you, he'll while, word for word, you two meters spit the immortal soul that probably have even more, but maybe you can call and ask him to stay home -"
'Richard, go to take that plane and do not get kicked out permanently. "Giampaolo interrupts him, frowning, and Richard takes a second to decide that it is worth getting angry, stretching to claim another kiss, fun, and enters the elevator that has been left open in that plan so far, with likely enormous disappointment for all other blocks. "At last we are just two of us." Giampaolo mumbles in return, turning to Stella. The girl watches him for a moment, her eyes big and wide and a rubber horse in the mouth, then burst into a loud laugh and pull the animal on the sweater. "I hope this is a joyful assent to what I just said, however." Giampaolo still smiles and raises her fearful arms, a little 'clumsy as always, afraid to see it break or, worse, explode to cry at the first wrong move. Stella puts the little face against my neck and wet gurgles something with what Giampaolo hopefully the way the children to express immense joy at the prospect of two days without my mother, alone with a pathologically in love with her father. "Now I'll take you to see a beautiful place." He continues, placing it in her bed and continued to appear at intervals of two seconds while you prepare the bag stuffing them a bit 'of everything, including a spare dress, a collection of pacifiers and a brand new box of diapers, one thing that probably see him if Richard urlerebbe against. "The place where Dad and I we fell in love many years ago. That is, not just that, but almost. "The child seems to understand and let go the nth strilletto of joy, but is probably due to the blue plastic dinosaur - seriously blue dinosaurs? should sue the company that produces them to give children a misleading image of reality. - That the Giampaolo put his hands to ward off the latest attempt to climb the wooden bars. Stella remains in silence all the way from the apartment to the car - which only goes with Giampaolo to keep the child in his arms balance equilibrium and not to roll down the stairs or trip over the bag that, somehow, has to take back - but starts to cry as soon as Giampaolo try to secure the seat, and shows no signs of quitting all the way, despite all the whispers, ranging from pleas to the promises mountains of dinosaurs in the colors of the rainbow to the threat to call Richard back in his worst moments of maternal anxiety. Stella is still screaming my lungs when they arrive at Giampaolo Franks and picks her up, trying in every way to calm her. "Do women always cry," Sébastien teases him, when he crosses that walks in circles in the parking lot trying to calm this crying hysterically. "I wonder how Richard may have thought about leaving the child." "Everything is under control." Mumbles Giampaolo, a time before the child the gratification of a yet another scream in the ear, the most acute of the above. "Ok, no, not at all under control." 'Da' to me. "Sébastien sighs, smiling indulgently as a very naughty boy you need to explain that should not misbehave. Giampaolo looks more suspicious Stella and tightens against your chest, almost imagining that Richard may appear out of nowhere as if invoked only dared to give his daughter to anyone. "Come on, not the Gila."
I do not know what you're implying, Seba, "Alberto is behind them as if from nowhere, making both laugh and blush a bit 'more Sébastien, to meet stable situation shoulder. "But I can assure you that my daughters have never made to cry in the middle of a parking lot, when I held in my arms I. And anyway, you probably do not like the Mad. "Democratically concludes, shaking his head. Giampaolo both looks suspicious, keeping close to Stella herself, the girl does not seem to be affected by this protective attitude, preferring to continue to scream his being vexed by something directly into his ear. It is only this that is handing Sébastien - is said Giampaolo, trying to convince himself and Richard, who looks to be scowling in his head and whose mother's sixth sense was probably turned up there in the stratosphere, or anywhere now his plane - only to rest a bit 'tired his eardrums, then resume if the immediately. "Probably he is hungry." Says Albert, expressionless, while Sébastien lights up and begins to rock her, murmuring incoherent words that neither of them will crack. Giampaolo shakes his head. "Need to be changed?" Ventures, and Giampaolo shakes his head again. At that time Stella stops crying and laughs merrily, accompanied by a smile and chuckled Sébastien Albert amused grin. "No, definitely you who do not like." 'Gila, fuck you. "Says Giampaolo without grace, taking back the little girl with a withered face and hurrying to a toothy smile when the joy of Stella seems to crack. "Do not listen to me, Stella, not education. "" I limit myself only to find that a fact. "Murmured Albert, vaguely offended, while Sébastien seeks to lust over Stella's shoulder Giampaolo, thus earning the award and look askance to keep it a little more. "As I just noted that the wound is too late." "What wound, or Siniša Stevan?" Giampaolo snorts in response, keeping an eye on Stella critical air while Sébastien his spear into the air a few times accompanied by a chorus of giggles. "Stevan, I understand. Maybe you definitively that you do not like you. "Monkey, putting on an imitation, however, lacks credibility the frowning face of Alberto as they enter the locker room, accompanied by three bags, a child amused and puffs of Alberto. Stevan, of course, has already arrived and is committed to mess up the entire locker room fun with the collaboration of Lorenzo, who is running around chasing and waving a shirt half torn off, and when the door opens both froze in front of the Alberto looked perplexed at seeing the four winds swung her tank top. "I suppose there is a credible explanation -" begins slowly, but Stevan obviously did not pay attention to even the slightest and bursts rather than in a union strilletto ecstatic, rushing Sébastien meet and started bouncing around. 'Oh my God, is Stella? But it is beautiful. "Squeals, her eyes wide with excitement, stretching out a finger to stroke his cheek full. "Can I take it?" "Absolutely no

it," said Giampaolo together and Alberto, and after a set time, also quite frightened by the fact that they were in agreement on something, and Albert to continue talking. "Stevan, do not rely even my goldfish, I figured a little girl."

The boy puffed out his cheeks, obviously annoyed, and shakes his head slightly. "I'm not a baby," yelled, crossing her arms around his chest - behind him, Lorenzo holds a laugh and does not fail to point out to him that is totally

contradicting his words. "Really, Giampaolo, be careful." Giampaolo
sighs, now resigned to the idea that he should just ask the day off, because, what with one thing and another, has been finally decided that the whole team will feel entitled to get their hands on her child and give him advice on advice on tips on how to live her first - and also hopes to last - day as single father. After another moment's hesitation - Stevan shakes his forearm and looked at him with wide eyes and sweet - nods, and the boy smiles happily and stretches his arms in the direction of Sébastien. When the Frenchman's lay the baby in her arms, Stevan sits immediately, keeping it carefully against his chest. She bites her lip, thoughtful, and makes it swing slightly. "I go right?" She asks, insecure, and Sebastien Stella nods and stretches out her hands to her hair. Giampaolo is watching while you play with her curls, she let them pull them sbavicchi a bit, 'and then extends to an elbow Alberto, standing beside him with a look very upset in the face and mouth wide open amazement.

"As a next step, asking you to adopt." Jokes, earning an elbow in response that is not even half of what kind it was his. Alberto grunts something unintelligible and then smiles, touched, sat down next to Stevan and put his arm around her shoulders, the boy laid his head on his shoulder, without stopping for a second to smile at the girl, and Albert took the opportunity to kiss him on the floor front. "How long will it take before you deign to take his ass -

Crazy." Input of Siniša, all are quick to show themselves engaged in something definitely very important for the fate of the training - how to control the amount of shampoo in the showers, the availability of towels and hide Alberto the camisole - and only Giampaolo remains standing with Stella in her arms - which by the way, when is it to him called into Stevan arm in time to be very busy counting the white hairs of Alberto? "When I told your boyfriend that you could bring the child here, it was understood that you could not do shit."
"But really -" try to argue Giampaolo, disheartened, but Siniša shows no sign of intention to interest in its justification and takes off again Stella's arms. "Mister!"
"I said that I would take care of it." Retorts the Serbian, settling the baby in her arms, and its expression softens when china face on her and she just smiles, brushing her nose with her fingertip. "Star will make a good lady, is not it?" Chirps, stroking his cheek and then the plane belly, causing tickling and laughing with her when the baby bonus for his attention with a very wide smile. When he lifts his face, Siniša realizes he's determined by a forty eyes very upset and very eager to tell their grandchildren that episode great-grandchildren, and the smile fades in less than a second. "Did I say that it was a public spectacle?" Barks, and all are quick to disappear from the door. Stella laughs when Giampaolo look back before you start ran the first twenty laps of his field, because even thirty is never wrong to make a dozen more, the child is falling asleep in the arms of Siniša, which continues to rock her like his daughter.
When training ends, Giampaolo is so exhausted that he would like there to just forget Stella Franks - so if someone takes her home as an abandoned kitten, "says the little voice inside his fancazzista and malignant head and he shakes his hand to dissolve it - go home and sleep twenty-four hours spun. What keeps him, besides his father's innate spirit, stuff that should give him the award for the whole father promptly as Florence, the historic prize before him belonged to Alberto Gilardino, is the certainty that if he did, Richard would find a way to find out, go back and send it back to Genoa or even farther to kick. Then he sighs, makes a quick shower and shows from left to recover the babies exactly ten minutes after returning to the dressing room.
Star - that little blue-eyed traitor - is still asleep; Siniša keeps it on his knee while with the other hand browse through her notes for the next game, and the little girl, sleeping, has entered into a hand. Absently, Giampaolo rubs her hair still a bit 'wet with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, then clears his voice loudly, making Siniša just jump. "Oh." His coach smiles and picks her Stella, who wakes up and moans something, upset, while the Serbs as the cradle just against him and stands up. "Done in a hurry." "Yes, I happen to Stella and go home." Giampaolo smiles, stretching his hands towards the girl and catching - Siniša lets her go with a smile a bit 'sad, and Giampaolo hastens to promise that the back often, since everyone loves. Do not have time to take some steps, however, that the child begins to cry, calling the attention of the entire locker room in the blink of an eye.
"I told you not she likes you. "says diplomat Alberto, slipping on his sweatshirt and casually settling hair before a mirror, trying not to sound just came out defeated by a fight with a lawnmower gone mad - and failing, as pointed out by the laughter of Stevan. Giampaolo takes every opportunity to demonstrate - with gestures, this time, or Stella might be offended thousands of times more, and no thanks - what his mind than Albert, and glares with a dirty look. Sébastien laughs and approaches, ripping the arms Giampaolo Stella and observing it from all angles. Then she sighs.
"It may be that you do not like the Fool," he sighs, then returns the child to the rightful parent. "But this time I am afraid that is crying because she wants to be changed."
Immediately around Giampaolo Stella and formed a circle at a respectful distance. Giampaolo looks at first pleading Siniša - that goes away muttering something of schemes to solve - then Sébastien - "
Dude, you know how long that is not going to change a diaper? And do not even feel the absence, do you.
"- and then Stevan - who is probably wondering whether it is how to do it with a doll, and Giampaolo shakes his head and immediately turns away his eyes. Behind them, Alberto tries to leave, not seen. "Gila," Giampaolo crashes when it has already handle the door, and Albert collects his head between his shoulders and turns with a maddening slowness, clearly wanting to be in another part of space-time, compared to the dressing room. Giampaolo takes him under his arm enthusiastically, dragging him back. "You have a little girl." "Yeah." Says Albert, unstressed, opposing strong resistance to attempts by Giampaolo to approach the girl crying. "Listen, Crazy, many expensive things, but I think my, daughters, and your
-» "The daughter of Richard."
"The daughter of Richard, that's fine." Grants, raising both hands in surrender. "It's the same, so I have no intention to change her diaper. "
" But I'm not capable. "backfires Giampaolo, fuming. "And Richard would not be happy to know that no one wanted to change her child."
Alberto ago to argue, opens his mouth a few times and then closes it, without finding a sensible argument that allows him not to move as the most biggest asshole on earth in the eyes of a friend and more or less the rest of the world, defeated, lowers his hands and stretches towards Stella.
"And do not smile that way, Pazzo, is disturbing." He sighed, placing it on a towel and looking with frightened. "And give me a clean diaper before I tired and decided that even the resentment of Richard is what I'm doing. "
Alberto change in silence and Giampaolo Stella finds it in her arms before they even realize it, and later Albert has already escaped, probably fearing that Giampaolo will tie a few more thankless task that is not able to play alone.
"And to think I wanted to thank him and invite him to dinner." Giampaolo mutters, annoyed, and Stella's return includes a look and smiles, and smiles with her Giampaolo system and the sweater on him, making sure not to catch cold, aware that even a simple sneeze Richard would be able to reproach his sins of the last fourteen years of common knowledge; caresses her nose, laughing. "See that Gila had no reason, then? It is clear that you like me, all women like me. " For a moment, while putting the baby in the car, seems to see her looking up to heaven in his response to that statement, but they say it is only an ' impression due to the difficulty of training that Siniša, of course, has not spared even a bend, although it has to deal with the child. He is finally clear now, because Richard has made the decision to give up football, although it is evident in the way he talks and moves that they miss in a way probably terrible, and sometimes Giampaolo, when Saturday comes to go on retreat, we also feel guilty in slammed into her face the fact that he continues to play and instead makes him the team he was Richard, not really his. Only it is equally clear that Stella is more important than anything, to Richard, important in a way that allows even be jealous, and Giampaolo has every intention to deal with the girl as his daughter was indeed not only gained a goddaughter however, that already loves more than agreed. "Just a moment, I swear." Promises, jumping on the bed as soon as they get home, resting at his side and surrounding it with just one arm to avoid the risk that it may decide to crawl to the edge of bed. Buried his face in the pillow which is usually of Richard found his scent, and immediately smiled. "One moment, and then play with you, just let me catch my breath."
When Richard falls, it is night and he is immensely pleased with himself and the contract is signed and placed by Andrea and he even managed to find a plane has brought home a day early, even though all that remains is the desire to visit Barcelona, and has promised to take Giampaolo Stella and the first break of the championship. The house is plunged into darkness and he was a bit 'it is hardly surprising, accustomed to the time it unlikely that Stella used to wake up to feed her or change it or simply give her a bit 'of attention which the child always seems lacking, despite the amount of love that everyone on the upside at any time of day.
"Giampaolo?" Calls, very quietly, to enter their room, and Giampaolo is sleeping on his side of the bed and Stella is asleep beside him, and sleep is the Giampaolo gently squeezing her arm and his head resting against his forearm. Smiles plan, Richard, while sitting on the opposite side of the bed and just kicking off your shoes, slipping under the sheets still wearing jeans and t-shirt. He pauses only a moment to cover carefully and also Giampaolo Stella, lightly kissing on the lips first and second on the cheek, then he falls asleep next to them.
His only regret, while you are closer to his daughter and shakes hands Giampaolo, unconsciously smiling in his sleep, is that her boyfriend has taken the most comfortable bed.