#i think i messed up with the flight time ;w; sorryyy

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Baby you’re worth it | GioLena

first part to the two parts giorno’s birthday fic i wrote for this year!! this one is pretty sfw but please read the warnings ♥ 

CW: food mentions, mentions to past abuse (Giorno’s past), tiny bit of something suggestive, but it’s not even that clear.

part 1.      part 2. 

April 15th, 7:28 PM; Naples, Italy: Gerechtigkeit Law Firm.

Looking at the last intern as he leaves the law firm, Giorno shoves his hands inside his pockets, head thrown back as he sighs. The weight of the day falling upon him. It was never easy to handle cases that hit home, not when he had to witness the process all together: he couldn’t believe it kept happening, again and again. And again. Although it made his blood boil, all he could do was do his job, at least the one where he pretends to be normal man.

Of course, he is not.

Shaking those thoughts off his head as his phone buzzles right over his hand, he looks ahead, green eyes shining yellow as the light from the falling sun hits them, blinding him for a moment before his sight focuses on the multiple buildings around.

He watches the intern drive away, the red car getting lost into the river of cars.

And when his phone stops buzzing and the rage has subsided, he brings the device out of his pocket, looking at the screen as it lights up —the lock screen, a picture of his wife cuddling a sleeping Ares while the twins stare with big bright grins lights him up as he slides his thumb through the screen, reading over the text.

Lena ❀ ❀

Hey love, Franzese is here –he says he has news for us. Please come home as soon as you can, yes? Call me when you do. Miss you ♥

And he sighs, this time, out of yearning. A warm feeling spreads through his chest as he unlocks the device, tapping into the contacts and finding his wife’s number, he taps on it again. Putting the phone against his ear, he lets it ring as he walks up to his chair, picking his suit jacket, and throws it over his shoulder.

The third tone is cut off by the phone being picked up. “Giogio!” she greets, cheerfully. “How are you, babe?”

“I’m good,” he says, taking the elevator. A small smile lifts the corner of his lips as he presses the button to the first floor. “What about you, angel? Did he say anything else?”

She hums at the other side, “No, babe. But…” silence overtakes the call as the faint sound of the twins laughing resounds in the living room. “—I think it has something to do with the Foundation. It’s almost sure the medical branch is keeping something as top secret.”

He frowns, “Aren’t you the head of it here?”

She laughs, bitter. “Indeed I am. The foundation is all around the globe, but each location, to call it that, has its own head. I might be Italy’s head, but someone, from other location, is hiding something.”

“And what do you think it is?”

She hums again, disapproving this time. “Not sure, but I don’t like it. Perhaps Mike has something for us.”

“Yeah,” he nods even if she can’t see him. “I’ll be there in thirty.”

“Okay, handsome. Take care —and Gio?”

“Yes?” he mumbles as he exits the building, locking the doors.

“I love you.”

He smiles, the gesture taking him off guard. Feeling his cheeks warming up as he gets into the Jeep Wrangler, closing the door and leaning against the seat as he sighs, so dreamily. “You’re gonna be the death of me, cutie— “a chuckle rumbles through his chest as he checks the mirrors. “I love you too, I’ll be home soon. Don’t worry about it, yeah?”

She hums, contently. “Of course —together.”

“Always together.” He remarks, toying with the keys. “See you there.”

“See you, babe.”

The call ends. And the rest, is silence.

 Giovanna’s mansion —right after the call.

“Well, that went better than I thought.” Westwood laughs as the Donna puts down the phone. “Though, didn’t you get too engulfed with that lie?”

She nods, feeling the faint sense of guilt rise up. “True, but you know he’ll realize if we don’t distract him with something else.”

“I mean,” Mista gestures around with Jovi’s stuffed animal —like he always does with his gun— as he interjects into the conversation. Jovi staring up at him as he speaks. “You already distracted him for a whole month, Lena. That’s a big accomplishment.”

“You two are too smart, but sometimes I wonder how the— how you get to trick each other.” Westwood comments again, tilting his head to the side.

Playfully rolling her eyes, Lena responds. “We just know each other really well.”

Fugo hums, speaking for the first time. The way he stares into the floor as he nods repeatedly giving a comical tone to his words. “That you do, it’s almost scary.”

“Yup” Mista and Westwood nod and talk at the same time, agreeing with Purple Haze’s user.

“Besides,” Bocelli joins in, holding Dante in his arms as he takes a nap after being fed. “If they get to trick each other that shows how well they work together.”

“Thank you, Dr. Bocelli.” Lena smiles at the old man, walking up to the kitchen with Fugo trailing behind. “Well, gentlemen, time to get ready. This surprise party won’t throw itself.”

“Lena,” Mista screams in a whisper. When she looks around he points at his arms, noticing how Jovi has made himself a bundle by the gunslinger’s side, “I can’t get up. Mini Giogio volume two is asleep.”

She chuckles, “Then stay there, take care of him, please?”

He hums and she goes back to the kitchen.

As Fugo, Lena and Vivienne set the tables with food and cake around the living room, time quickly goes by between laughter and warm conversation.

Suddenly, Pietro’s exaggerated coughing can be heard from the door as it remains closed due to his signal —although not so discrete, it does let the group know Giorno is there.

Gathering around the tables, the group grins as the door opens and Giorno steps in, freezing in his place as he sees them all around. The big birthday sign board hanging from the top of the stairs reads ‘Happy birthday, Giogio!’ —the bright smiles from the people in the room light him up.

And his wife, in the middle of them all, with Jovi on her hip as Mista holds Dante tears a chuckle from him as he steps into the room, grinning with pure joy. Greetings and hugs soon find him and he receives each with the same gratitude, thanking them as they wish the best for him.

Bocelli’s eyes are warm as he pats his back, mumbling how much he’s grow up since he met him when Giorno was only seventeen; and it makes the lump in his throat grow. Westwood’s joke makes him laugh wholeheartedly. Vittorio tries to lift him off the ground with his hug, but he ends up lifting him instead in between the laughter from the men around him. Vivienne’s gentle eyes as she gives him a friendly hug makes him calm down.

Looking around, the sight of the family he’s chosen spending a good time makes him sigh.

It’s the first time someone throws a surprise birthday party for him —that he realizes as he finally stands before his wife, whose eyes glint with happiness and love as she looks up at him. The boy in her arms calls for him, muttering dada again and again.

Pinching the boy’s cheek as Mista silently steps in to give him Dante, Giorno mutters a thank you before he’s looking back at Lena through commoved eyes.

“Happy birthday, babe.” Lena mutters as he leans in for a short kiss. She frowns as she pulls back, tasting the sour taste of the single tear that fell from his eye when he kissed her. “Gio?” she mumbles, trying to understand his reaction.

“No — ‘m okay.” He murmurs, leaning his forehead on hers as the twins stare at them with big, curious eyes. Perhaps surprised with Giorno’s tears. But curious. “Thank you, doll. You… You went through all this for me and I…” he chuckles, the sound both happy and deeper due to the lump in his throat. “I’m speechless.” His eyes close and he allows himself a moment of vulnerability, surrounded only by the people who matter the most to him —although some of them are missing, he’s sure they’re there by spirit.

“Baby,” Lena calls in a whisper, cupping his face with one hand after making sure the baby in her arms won’t be crushed by her grip around him as she tries to hold him tighter in order to do so. Giorno’s eyes open slowly, finding her again, expecting. “You’re worth it.” She finishes, smiling up at him through pink cheeks and kind light brown eyes.

“I hate to interrupt, lovebirds.” Vittorio steps in, carrying a laptop with an ongoing video call. “But you’ve got someone who wants to see you.”

The screen lights up, showing Ariel and Rohan —both with warm smiles as they greet him at the same time; “Happy birthday, Giorno!”

The Don smiles, reaching a hand out to wipe off his tears. With a smile and red eyes, he faces the couple. “Thank you, Ariel, Han.” He then looks down at the bump, adding with a humorous tone on it. “Ellie.”

Ariel chuckles, shaking her head as Rohan speaks up. “Sorry, Gio. You know Ellie could be here in any moment —we don’t want to risk it.”

Giorno hums, nodding at the same time. “I understand, don’t worry. Take care, yes? I’m sure there will be more time to be together, As Bocelli likes to say, there’s more time than life.”

Ariel nods, “Thank you for understanding. I’m sure we’ll get to catch up pretty soon.” Although her words hold a secret, Giorno still pretends not to catch on it, aware of his wife’s intuition.

“Of course,” he plays along, stealing a glance at Rohan as he gives him a quick smile. “Thank you for taking the time to be here, guys. Sorry if the time zone made it hard for you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Rohan dismisses it with a gesture, giving him a grin as Lena disappears from his side to retrieve something from her purse.

“Right now, Gio.” Ari’s eyebrows arch as she gestures at Lena, now back at his side. “You should open your gift.”

Setting the laptop in the table, Vittorio sits down at the couch, holding a glass of Horchata —his face one pure of joy as he mumbles how he gets why Giorno likes it so much after trying it at Lena’s mom restaurant, but quickly stopping his soliloquy when Fugo slaps his arm, attention back at the couple.

With Jovi trying to take the envelope from her, Lena gives Giorno the small envelope, a bright grin making her features light up.

“Oh?” taking it gently from her, he looks behind him, sitting down as soon as he finds an empty seat. Setting Dante on his lap comfortably, Giorno’s fingers make quick work to open it, taking the contents out. Unfolding the paper, he reads over it quickly, eyes scanning over the words as Dante’s eyes do the same —but instead, the boy is enthralled with the colors and drawings in the paper.

“Lena?” he asks, looking up at her. “What does this picture of Australia mean?”

She grins, “What’s on the picture, baby?”

He looks back at it, taking into it. “An apartment, I believe.”

She laughs, “Surprise, handsome.”

He freezes for the second time in the day. “The couples’ getaway…?”

She shakes her head, with Vittorio laughing in the background (after all, it wasn’t every day that he got to see Giorno so expressive). “That was a distraction, your gift is this birthday party and the apartment.” She presses her lips together by the end, blinking slowly. Like a cat, he thinks, finding the message behind her gesture clear.

His fingers fly to his chin, where he rubs distractedly as he thinks about it for a second, catching on her plan quickly. “You tricked me with the planning the getaway by yourself thing —distracted me with Franzese’s visit and… It’s not even my birthday yet. Which means that you’re planning on leaving today so we get there tomorrow?”

She nods and Vittorio claps, congratulating him in a mocking tone before Pietro glares at him —Square Hammer’s user shuts up quickly upon his husband’s rage.

Giorno smirks, “Well, then we have a party to celebrate —and a flight to take.”

“Thank you for taking care of them, Dr. Bocelli, Mista, Vivienne.”

“Of course, Don.” Bocelli bows his head, “You deserve a break. I’ve seen you work a lot.” He looks between the couple, “Both of you, in fact, have been working way too much.”

“Eh,” Mista rubs the back of his head, “Just bring me a souvenir and it’ll be good.”

Vivienne nods, mesmerized as Jovi shows her his stuffed animals, almost like he’s showing them off —not so far from them, Dante drifts off in Mista’s shoulder.

“You should go now that they are calm,” Vivienne suddenly speaks up, seeing the boys so calm. “We will take care of them —rest assured.”

“Thank you. Viv.” Lena smiles at the woman as she steps closer, kissing Jovi’s forehead and then, walking up to Dante, she repeats the motion before Giorno does it too.

“See you soon, Gio —happy birthday.”

#happy birthday giobaby uwuwuwu #GioLena #The Giovanna twins #i think i messed up with the flight time ;w; sorryyy #i'll proofread later.... sorry again ;w;