Sunlight on my face was what woke me up, as it shone through the window, nearly blinding. My eyes snapped open, just for me to close them back. I blinked repeatedly before fully keeping it open.I heard the sound of steady breathing behind me and rolled over to the other side, facing a sleeping Giovanni. I took in his handsome features; his mouth was slightly open, and his hair was a bit over his face. I smiled at how adorable he looked right now.I looked down at our tangled legs, with Giovanni’s arm wrapped around my waist. My hand reached up and brushed the hair away from his face. He stirred a little, his hold tightening around my waist.My lips rounded into a soft smile, and I felt my heart warm, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel guilty that this was the most rest he had gotten in two days. Maybe I should just be honest and let him know about the baby.I thought to myself as my hand found its way over to my tummy, still trying to comprehend the fact that there was a
I was starting to feel more like myself after a month. My morning sickness persisted, but it was not as bad as it had been at first. My emotions seem to have been slightly elevated, aside from my morning sickness. In particular, I was excessively frustrated—sexually, might I add?—as well as excessively joyful and depressed. It didn’t help that Giovanni had been away on a business trip due to work.But when I turned over on the bed, I was surprised to see the Greek god curled up next to me, and I couldn’t help but admire his beauty and the perfectly sculpted face even in my sleepy state. I reached for him on autopilot, somewhere in the middle of the night, when dawn was still far away and the night's magic was at its thickest. From the depths of my sleep, I reached for him, my palms flat against his muscular abdomen, my hands finding his chest and running over his muscles. Down, to the arch of his back."Roy," Giovanni whispered softly, his eyes wide and intense, pinning me with the
As I undressed and turned on the shower, the aroma of flowers filled the room and I smiled, humming. My hands made their way slowly down to my stomach as I started washing my skin. Today was the day I finally tell Giovanni about the baby and the fact that we were going to be parents again. Undoubtedly, I was a nervous wreck, but I have made the decision to focus more on the good than the bad. Having a baby is good news; it's not like we were committing any sins or the like. We are both married and insanely in love with each other. Turning off the shower, I wrapped myself in the plush towel and wrapped my hair with another. I brushed my teeth before making my way out of the bathroom.I changed into a beautiful red dress, letting my hair down as it fell down my shoulders. I did a little bit of makeup and was about to put on my shoes when the sound of my phone ringing grabbed my attention.I walked over to where it lay on the bed, picking it up and bringing it to my ear.“Hi,” I call o
Giovanni's pov.I was going through some documents in the office when I heard a knock and the door swung open. Nick stuck his head in with a cheeky smile on his face."Boo.” He screamed, walking in.Ugh!, Not again." Boo, I have missed you so much." Nick said, taking a seat across from me. He knew how much I hated him calling me that, yet he did it anyway to annoy the hell out of me." Will you stop calling me that?" I grunted out. I thought you were traveling the world. When did you get back?"I got back yesterday. My dad is calling for a family meeting of some sort." He answered nonchalantly. " And about me not calling you boo, it's never going to happen."I rolled my eyes at his childish tactics. I was not in the mood to argue with him because I knew it was going to be fruitless. This wasn't the first time I had asked him to stop calling me that, but Nick is just filled with all kinds of stubbornness." How is Roy and my favourite godson, doing?" Nick asked, playing around with th
" Amore, Roy. Stay with me, please stay with me. " I continued to say , while dragging her unconscious body out of the car. Somebody help me. Please help me." I yelled, with tears in my eyes, as a big crowd formed around us.“ Please Roy, please baby, don't leave me again . I can't live without you. " I cried out, clenching onto her body, refusing to let go until the ambulance came . They placed her in a wheeled stretcher and put her into the car.I got in, holding onto her hand. Praying. I am praying for God above not to take her away from me again. I couldn't go through this again. I won't be able to survive this .She was rushed into the emergency room when we got to the hospital. I stood outside the door waiting. I am praying and waiting. Nick was already here , standing beside me.It was up to thirty minutes when my mom and Roy's parents ran in, all looking frantic. My mom and Roy's mom both had tears gushing down their eyes. They pulled me into a hug when they saw me, bawling th
2014-July-16- Giovanni’s PovI shouldn’t be here. Fuck, the last thing I wanted was to be here. And yet here I was, for reasons I knew very well but chose to ignore.Taking a gulp of my drink, I scan the hall tonight, ignoring the looks and attention I was getting, mostly from women. Sure, some of them are pretty. But they’re also either heartless, high-powered rich brats or brainless, money-grubbing gold diggers.I’ve had enough of these people.I excused myself from the bar, deciding it was best to look for Richard. I can’t keep stalling time. Maybe she isn’t even here; after all, this wasn’t her scene.Making sure my face was stony, I sent a sent a brief response to greetings sent my way as I was avoiding being pulled into some inane conversation, but the sight of a stunning woman had me almost stopping in my tracks.The very same one who managed to leave me breathless with every encounter.Her lovely dark hair, glowing in the pale moonlight, She’s like an angel, except an angel
The heavens!.Giovanni Reeves was even hotter than I remembered him to be.I mean, he’s always had good looks. He’s tall and dark, and he’s quiet in a way that makes him seem intriguing—like he’s got a lot of mysterious things buried inside, just waiting to be released.I’ve always wanted to be the person he shares his hidden thoughts with. That would be such a privilege.I still yearn for that privilege now.He’s older now, obviously. He was eighteen and fresh out of high school the last time I saw him, which had been five years ago. And now seeing him again stirs my heart in a way I never knew possible.I can’t pinpoint exactly which parts of his face have changed because he looks exactly the way he always has, and yet he somehow appears different. More mature. More dignified.His voice has grown deeper, as I realised as I watched him greet a couple of friends.He definitely looks like he belongs under the spotlight, with his solid figure, his strong jaw, and his high cheekbones.Bu
Standing enthralled with the man in front of me once more, I could not resist his allure and pull. I stood there admiring his broad shoulders and his back to me.The shirt he had on was snug across his broad back as he leans down and rests his forearms on the stone balustrade in the little walk-way path. There is a white cloud of cigarette smoke that rises and is carried away by the wind, but some of it hangs around him, seemingly unwilling to go.I could spend the entire night watching his back, but now is the moment to act. That’s what I’m here for. I can't back down now. I move in closer, making a loud sound as my heels strike the grey slate flooring. My legs feel unsteady, and my heart is pounding almost as loudly. However, I am capable of doing this.I just wanted to say hello. It is not that critical. I force myself to swallow my anxiety and say the first thing that occurs to me, understanding that I need a reason to be here in the first place. "Hello," I murmur. “Can you spa