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The greatest thing - at least, one of them, because Bruno will be damned if he chooses just one - about being with Leone is continuing to learn new things about him every day, even four months after their marriage. He can vaguely remember one of the older women down the street laughing and telling him with all the time you two spend together, you'll get tired of each other in no more than a month after the wedding. At the time, Bruno indulges her, because he's polite; he smiles and nods, but doesn't say anything in response.
He doesn't need to. Because now, four months later, here he is, still just as in love with Leone as he was on the day they confessed to each other, kissing in the rain on the beach, holding onto each other like they were the only thing the other had left. And, at the time, perhaps that was true; all they really had was each other.
But then, the swell of his belly beneath his shirt reminds Bruno that isn't true anymore, if it ever was.
He finds out about their development a month after the honeymoon ends, when the constant nausea and exhaustion forces him to admit something might be wrong with him. Even so, it's still a shock when the doctor confirms that he is, indeed, pregnant. The timeline certainly makes sense; they had quite the wild time during their honeymoon in Italy, where they had moved to America from nearly a decade ago now with their families at the time. And it wasn't as though they were trying to avoid Bruno getting pregnant. They just hadn't exactly planned for it, either.
Even so, when Bruno breaks the news to him, Leone is... it's hard to describe his reaction. In all of the years he'd known him, Bruno can't remember a time when Leone has ever looked happier than in that moment. Of course, though, just when they start getting settled in with that development, a new one follows it quickly:
The first ultrasound reveals two tiny heartbeats. There are two of them. They're expecting two healthy babies.
Neither of them are ones to cry at the little things, but there's no stopping the flood of happy tears after that.
After that, the news breaks to the rest of their group, and before he knows it, Bruno is adapting to a far more domestic life than he ever has before. Giorno won't hear a word of his argument that he can still work, and orders him to take his leave until after the little ones are born and he has time to recover. And it's not just the new Don who has oppositions to him working, either: Leone won't stand for Bruno doing anything that might possibly place stress on him or the babies. This leads to him taking over most of the housework, which then leads us to the current moment: Bruno walking into the kitchen, led by the sound of his husband singing, a soft low tenor that fills the air.
Leone is singing. Bruno can't remember the last time he's heard him like this; so happy, as though nothing in the world could bring him down. He decides to keep quiet, to listen to what he's singing.
It's very familiar.
"So this is love, mmm
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I'm all aglow, mmm..."
Bruno doesn't believe in coincidences; Cinderella is the first Disney movie he ever saw, so many years ago, back before the divorce. He remembers buying the VHS tape -- or rather, convincing his father to, because he had been five at the time and thus had no wealth of his own -- because he had been enthralled with the handsome prince on the cover holding Cinderella's hand. Subconsciously, he closes his eyes, lost in the memories of watching it over and over and over, of memorizing the steps Cinderella and the Prince took during this part.
Even back then, he had put himself in Cinderella's place and imagined looking into the eyes of a handsome man. He can't remember what his fantasy had looked like back then, and when he tries, all he can see now is Leone's sunset eyes.
Bruno opens his eyes when the words fade into humming, and a warm hand finds its place on his cheek. Speaking of his husband's eyes, there they are right in front of him.
"My apologies for eavesdropping," Bruno murmurs, leaning into Leone's touch. The days when Leone would refuse to meet his eyes seem so far away now, those days when Leone saw himself as nothing but Bruno's soldier to order as he pleased. So many things have changed.
Leone would still follow Bruno into Hell if he asked, or even if he didn't, but the difference is that Bruno would follow him right back to Heaven should he say the word.
"It isn't eavesdropping when I'm singing to you," Leone replies, leaning in to press a kiss to his husband's lips. Bruno returns it, and Leone slides his arms around his waist. When he pulls back, he rests his hand on the side of Bruno's stomach. "How are you feeling?"
"Better now that I'm with you," Bruno answers, the forwardness shocking even him for just a moment. He leans in to rest his head against Leone's chest, to listen to the steady sound of his heartbeat. He sways a bit on his feet, moving in a pattern so natural even though he isn't paying attention. Leone follows his lead, shifting his hands so one is on his hip and the other just below Bruno's arm.
They've spent so much time together, if they were any other couple, any normal couple, then perhaps the old woman's prediction would've been right. Perhaps they would be sick of each other by now. But they are Bruno and Leone Abbacchio-Bucciarati, and they are not growing sick of each other anytime soon.
And now I know (and now I know)...
The key to all heaven is mine.