"I don't have an option at the moment." Gregorio snarled at his brother as he was in his room, needing to keep all mafia talk away from his son. Even if he was just five, he was alert and impressionable and the last thing he wanted to do was to get his son involved. "Can't even get his work done, you'e pathetic." came the reply of his older brother as Gregorio mentally huffed, "I told you, I have other responsibilities to take care of." he said as he heard something fall over. "Shut up for a moment." he said as he stuff his phone in his sweatpants pocket. "Donovan? Did you break something?" he called out to him as he entered his living room, the two dogs were up with the little boy and he huffed as he looked over at a broken vase. "Nooo...." the little boy said as he wasn't looking at his father and fiddled with the hem of his shirt and Greg huffed and knelt down to his son's level, "Don, did you break it?" he asked again as the little boy wasn't looking at him still. "Yeah..." he said quietly as Greg huffed, "It's okay if you tell the truth Don." he said as he tilted his son's chin up, the boy looking sad and close to trying, but Greg never laid a hand on him, "Okay Daddy. I'm sorry." he said quietly. He sighed as he ruffled his son's head, "Go on and brush your teeth, Daddy will clean it up." he said as he let the boy go off to the bathroom. He looked over at the mess and saw the cause, it wasn't hard to figure out the ball there was the cause. Rufus came up to scoop the ball up in his mouth before plopping it down onto Greg, wanting to play it seems. "No." he simply said as the dog started whining as he went to get the dust pan to clean up. Getting all the ceramic pieces off the floor and dumping it in the trash, he looked at his phone and his brother had hung up on him. Well it looked he wasn't doing any work for the family this weekend, he had his hands full with his son. "Don, are you done?" he called as he went to check on the boy brushing his teeth, "Let me see." he said as Don showed his foamed teeth at him, "Wash and I'll read you a bedtime story." he said as he said as he huffed. Normally he would have left his son with his mother when he had to do work but his mom was out of town as well. What wonderful timing she had along with Cynthia. After the boy had finished brushing his teeth and jumped onto the bed, where Greg was waiting for him. One bedtime story later, Greg sighed as he tucked his sleeping son and let the dogs into the room, there keep the boy safe. And lastly he went to bed, already knowing that he would catch some flack from his brothers and other higher ups once he got back to work.