Chapter 8

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I wake up in the morning with Giovanni still cuddling me. I smile as I look over at my phone. 4:55 am. I better go check on the kids. I walk down the little hallway between the rooms and slowly open the door. Both kids still soundly asleep. Good. I have time to go down stairs and make some coffee. I should put some clothes on though. It would be embarrassing to run into his mother like this. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and walk over to Giovanni's closet. I open it up and grab a pair of his sweat pants and his shirt before walking down stairs.

I turn the kitchen light on and see a few maids jump. Were they cleaning in the dark? They apologize for startling me, and ask if I need any help. They show me where the cups and coffee are. I smile and thank them before starting the coffee. I check my phone for the cameras to see the kids still sleeping. It's 5 am. Nova hasn't slept this long in a while. It's nice though. She's comfortable. I also noticed that Giovanni actually gave me full access to the cameras around the house. I check to see he was just starting to wake up. Hm. I wonder when the last time a romantic partner cooked for him. With that in mind, I open the refrigerator to start cooking omelettes for us.

Giovanni's POV

I wake up and roll over to pull Morgan into me. My eyes shot open when I grabbed the empty bed. Did she run away after last night? Wait, she couldn't have. Her car hasn't been brought here yet and the storm was too bad to go on foot. Where is she? I get up and go to grab my sweatpants. A pair is missing I noticed. Hm. That was odd. I swore the maids just did laundry. I throw on a different pair and keep my chest bare. I enjoy showing off all the money I have spent for these tattoos. I also like Morgan looking at me the way she does when she sees them.

I stop to check in on the kids. I took a deep breath in, just in case for whatever reason, Nova isn't there. That would also kill me. I already loved that little girl. I decided to face my fears and open the door. A huge sigh of relief. Both kids are sound asleep. If she didn't leave, where is she? I open my bedroom door and smell something amazing. I didn't have cooks hired for the day. Is she really cooking?

I walk down the stairs and stop and lean on the door frame of the kitchen. She hasn't noticed me yet, but damn was she cute this morning. She's wearing my clothes and man does she look fine in them. She had two plates set up at the island bar with one coffee cup by a plate while the other cup was in her hand. She played some soft music as she danced a little while she cooked. I smiled at this taking it all in. She's happy and acting herself. She's not putting on a front, she's not trying to please everyone else, she's just her. From the sounds of it, she hasn't gotten to do this in a while. She plates food on both plates and then sets some to the side two plates. She turns and puts the dishes in the sink, and instantly starts cleaning them. What did I do, god, to have a shot with this amazing woman? I decide to actually approach her. I walk up behind her and wrap my arm around her waist, causing her to jump a little, but settling into me once she realized who I was.

"Good morning, amore." I say just above a whisper as my head is on the side of her neck. (Love)

"Good morning to you, handsome." She smiles as she turns around to face me. My arms still around her. I lean down and give her a quick kiss. Gosh her lips are so soft and perfect.

"What is all this?" I ask as I point to the plates. She laughs a little.

"It's called food last I check." She said as she got up in the chair. Which was interesting to see as she was so tiny. "I made you breakfast. What does it look like?"

"You didn't have to do that. But I do appreciate it." I say as I sit down next to her. She hands me the news paper and she scrolls through her phone. I just look at her in awe. Rhett had a woman who did all of this out of love, and still managed to fuck up? Yeah, she'll never be available after she's officially mine. She looked over at me and smiled before returning to her phone.

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