Living in this life, you've never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you're dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life o...
A/N: I didn't proofread this one (or most of my fics tbh lol) so there will probably be mistakes.
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Italian and Italian translation in italics. (i did not run my translations by anyone this time, sorry)
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You laid in bed, curled into a ball with the comforter pulled up to your chest. Day 3 of pre-period cramps and you were dying.
And on top of dying, you were disappointed.
This was the 3rd month after you guys had decided to start trying for a family, that you and Chris were left disappointed. Although, after being on birth control, you knew that it was a possibility it wouldn't happen right away. Still, the flicker of disappointment through Chris's eyes when you told him you were cramping, split your heart in two. It was only made worse after he shrugged it off and wrapped you tight in his arms, promising that there was always next month.
He was always going out of his way to put you and your feelings first, even if he was hurting, too.
Dodger hopped up onto the bed, making his way over to you, gently nudging the blanket with his snout, making you laugh. For the past 3 or 4 days, he'd been curling under the blankets with you, resting his head against your belly. It's almost like he could sense that you were hurting a little.
You lifted the comforter and Dodger settled in by your tummy, resting his head right over your belly button. He picked his head up, sniffing your belly for a second before looking at you and then resting again. You stared at him with curious eyes before snuggling him close and slowly drifting off to sleep.
A couple of hours later, you woke to the sound of your bedroom door opening, Chris returning home from 'work'. His dress shoes clicked against the hardwood as he walked towards your side of the bed. You stretched, your body straightening against the mattress. He smiled down at you. "Hey, cara, how are you feeling?"
You shrugged, taking a deep breath as Dodger repositioned himself so his head was resting on your belly again. "Still cramping. Honestly, I just wish I would start my period already."
"Let me know if there's anything I can do, okay?" He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Wanna order in tonight?" His hand traced down your ribcage, resting close to Dodger's head on your belly. Chris's brows furrowed. "Is he growling at me?" He pulled his hand away as a deep growl built in Dodger's chest.
You stared down at Dodger, patting his head, "I think so, that's weird.." You scratched his favorite spot behind his left ear, "Maybe he just knows I don't feel good."
Chris shook his head, "Dumb dog," he walked towards the bathroom to undress from his work clothes, "He's supposed to protect you from intruders, not me or cramps."
