ooc: Yes it wasssss!! -storms off and slams door shut-
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But aw drats, I hope I'll be around then! If not, then yeah, I guess we'll just see each other tomorrow and hopefully get a little more done before Fervi-less week arrives!

Vianna was vaguely aware of the boy at her side giving an 'aw' at the sight of her, only coming to recognize his presence as his arm found its way around her waist and his lips to her temple. She looked up from her cheesecake then, turning to him with a smile and listening as he commented on how she'd hardly gotten any food for herself and little Gabe all afternoon, something to which the girl chuckled softly though it was true. The girl's smile widened slightly as her husband then placed another kiss on her cheek before getting up and leaving her side to find himself something to eat. Vianna returned her attention to her plate then, quietly eating for the next few moments until Ferris returned, halfway done with a sandwich he'd gotten during his departure. Vianna welcomed him with a warm smile, almost done with her own cheesecake now, before being distracted once more as Ferris's arm returned to her waist and he commented on her being cute. The girl giggled lightly at the comment and the kiss he awarded her at that moment. "I can't deny you're looking kind of cute too, Professor," she shared with him, pecking his lips gently, lovingly, before finishing off the rest of her cheesecake.

The second Vianna made her last bite of the cheesecake, Costa apparated at her side, asking if she wanted anything else, to which the girl replied with a polite 'No, grazie Costa.' But it seemed the little elf knew just what to give the girl, what she was craving without Vianna even having to ask; and it was then that the little elf shared something rather amusing with her - that during Mrs. Vincenzi's first pregnancy, when Victor was still growing in her belly, the woman had very similar cravings as Vianna did now. "Oh Merlin, well hopefully Gabe won't be too much like Victor…" muttered Vianna with mock horror.

"Hey, I heard that!" came Victor's voice from just a few steps away, now making his way over to his younger sister with his son, Vittorio (Victor was probably the most old-fashioned of the siblings, and so he followed the Vincenzi tradition of naming the first male offspring after the father; and so therefore his little boy was named after himself), sitting in his arms. Victor had been late to the baby shower as he'd been held back at the hospital for longer than he had expected, despite the fact that it was a Saturday.

Vianna giggled lightly, her crystal blue eyes admiring the sight of the little boy in her brother's arms. He was a handsome little boy only a little over a year old now, his hair dark and brown and wavy, like that of his mother's, and his skin was just very lightly tanned by the Sicilian sun. Amusingly enough, he had inherited neither his mother's dark brown eyes or his father's crystal blue eyes, something which no one in the family had really expected. He had inherited his grandmother's eyes, as they were a light, caramel-brown sort of colour, and they seemed to glisten with a sort of curiosity as he gazed at his surroundings for a moment before his gaze fell upon his aunt and his eyes locked shamelessly on her own, watching her quietly, very curiously. But personality-wise, Vittorio was absolutely nothing like his cousin Jackie. He was a very quiet and very calm child; unlike most children, who usually cried when being held by strangers or anyone who wasn't their parents, little Vittorio was always completely calm, easily adjusting to whoever was carrying him at the moment. He never really caused any trouble and seemed to prefer to examine things curiously than kick and scream the way his cousin did. The only times the little boy wails and acts out is when he's left with his cousin Jackie, as the little girl tends to throw things at him or steal his bottle when the adults aren't looking. On this special occasion, he was dressed a little more formal, in khaki dress pants, formal little black shoes, and a collared shirt with a light and dark blue scottish pattern on its fabric.

"Ciao, Vittorino; non ti ho visto in un lungo tempo!" said Vianna to the little boy, who merely gave her a small shy smile. "Can I hold him?" the girl asked her brother, who smiled and nodded his head slightly before gently and very carefully handing the one-year-old over to his sister, who welcomed the little one onto her lap with the warmest of smiles. But she wanted to get an idea of what it would be like to one day hold her own child, of what the little one would feel like in her hands, in her arms.

Vittorio's caramel eyes watched his father for a moment, as if saying 'you're giving me away!?' before turning back to his aunt, taking a moment to silently examine her face, obviously beginning to recognize her now. But last time the baby had seen Vianna, she wasn't carrying this big belly around, so he felt a little disoriented. Little Vittorio's gaze fell to it then, one of his little hands curiously examining the fabric of the girl's dress before he seemed to find her belly, to realize that there was something unusual about it; after all, his mummy didn't have a belly like that. Why did his aunt? His dark brows furrowed just very slightly in a rather endearing way as his little hand passed over the belly, as if examining it, like this was something very serious he was doing, he needed to figure out. Perhaps he would grow up to be a healer like his father; he certainly seemed to posses the same type of curiosity that his father did when he was his age, though he was also a very shy little boy, like his mother.

"So it's a boy," Victor commented with slightly raised eyebrows, his gaze now examining the couple almost the same way Vittorio seemed to be examining Vianna's belly, something naturally inquisitive about their gazes. "I think Vittorio will be glad. He could use another cousin, a male one. He doesn't seem to get along very well with Jackie," said the young man, his gaze returning to the little boy sitting on his sister's lap.