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Today was a relatively fun day for Hot Pants.
Guiding school childrens on a tour, teaching them about religion and God, praying together, singing, they all loved her and she loved them too.
But of course, all good things come to an end.
And no, having the turn to close the church and cleaning up isn't the bad thing she's talking about but rather......
"Good evening H.P. you're still as beautiful as always."
Him. Diego Brando.
The British jockey who claimed to fall in love with her at first sight after they met several months ago, when the church became a finish line for one of his races.
Since then he very often visited the church only and only to meet her, asking to marry him.
He never prayed, not even once. Hell, she doesn't even think he believes in god.
A heavy sigh came out of her "For the millionth time Diego, I. Am. A nun. And I. Can't. Get. Married."
"Tch, Goddamit." He cursed.
"Don't use lord's name for your dirty words."
"You mean the Lord who makes you can't accept my proposal? No thank you."
"Can you please just leave? My answer will never change."
"Wait, I'm not just here to ask that today. And maybe it can change your mind."
She raised her eyebrows, and noticed something.
He was carrying a basket, which he held strangely carefully. Diego had never treated anything other than his horse Silver Bullet that well.
He cradled the basket and slowly opened it.
She was not ready for what's inside.
A sleeping baby.
A baby that looks just like him.
"Surprise." He said as he pulled the little thing out and threw the basket away.
"Oh my god! Diego- did you-"
His gloved hand closed her mouth "Shhh... Can't you see he's sleeping? You'll wake him up."
She still can't believe what he was holding. She has done research about him, and found out that he once married an 83 year old woman who died shortly after their marriage.
All this time, just like anyone else she suspected that Diego killed him to inherit the poor lady's money.
But this baby could mean that-
He pulled over "Before you get any wrong idea, no this isn't mine."
What?
"Okay so, you know my father Dario Brando right?"
She did, it's one of the things she found out about him in her research. In fact she's the first person to tell him his father's name.
Dario Brando abandoned baby Diego and his wife because she refused to buried her baby alive, before disappearing.
"So turns out, the jackass remarried and has a son named Dio Brando."
"Dio? Just like your nickname?"
Diego nodded "Obviously because he's an asshole and didn't raise him properly, Dio became an evil monster. His first victim was Dario himself, he poisoned him."
"What?!"
"That's not even the craziest part, a wealthy family named Joestar adopted Dio. And even though they loved and raised him well, it still wasn't enough for that lunatic. He killed his adoptive father George Joestar, burned down their mansion and run away."
Okay that's too much for her already.
"But fortunately his adoptive brother Jonathan Joestar managed to found him in an abandoned castle and killed him. And there he also found the body of a woman who killed herself. Dio had raped and keep her custody, she is the mother of this baby. So this baby is my nephew. Jonathan found out about me in Dario's diary and visited me a few days ago with the baby. Crazy right?"
Her brain almost can't process all the information he gave. "You're lying. You're making it up."
Diego simply shrug his shoulders "I can take you to Jonathan and his wife's place if you want."
"That's way too bizzare to actually happen." She shaked her head.
"I thought the same honestly, but this world is honestly bizzare enough for me to believe it."
Hot Pants tried to breath properly, she looked again at the baby in his arm. "So, you're planning to keep him right?"
Diego grinned "With you as the mother, yes."
A slap to his chest made him chuckled.
"Jeez I'm just kidding, of course I will. There's no way I let him suffered the same fate as me, I promise to spoiled him rotten."
She's glad to hear it "Thank God."
"Do you want to hold him?"
"Can I?"
Diego nodded and gently handed him.
Hot Pants carried the baby slowly and carefully. It's been so long since she held one, the last time was her brother.
"What's his name?" She looked up to Diego.
"Ah, that's the other thing I wanted to ask you. He doesn't have a name yet, do you want to name him?"
Her eyes widened by his request "Are you sure? I'm not his mother, I'm not a family, I'm practically nobody."
"Technically you are my future wife but I get what you're saying, I'm not really good with name and I don't know who else to ask. You're a nun so I figured that you're perfect to named him because prayer and stuff like that."
Hot Pants pouted "You never prayed before, and I thought you hated god?"
"I never said that, I'm just annoyed he's holding you away to marry me."
She chuckled and looked back at the baby, thinking of a good name before quickly deciding one.
"Giorno, Giorno Giovanna. Do you like it?"
"Sometimes I forgot you're Italian, it's beautiful. What's the meaning?"
"Find out yourself." She give Giorno a kiss on his forehead "Hello little Giorno. I'm Hot Pants, I want to tell you that your uncle Diego is not the best person in the world. But I know he will raised you well, I'm sure he wouldn't let you ended up like your father or grandfather. Grew up to be the best Brando okay?"
Diego can feel his face burning and his heartbeat goes crazy, the sight of his crush taking care of his only family left is one of the, if not the most beautiful thing he will ever see.
She chuckled to herself "God you're so cute, let's meet again when you're awake." She kissed his forehead one last time before handed him back to Diego "It's late, you should get some sleep as well."
"Aw, you care about me now? Does Giorno can finally convince you to marry me?"
A playful smirk appears on her face "Maybe, maybe not. Don't get your hopes up Diego Brando."