Mafia

Chapter Five

Two long days had passed, I had spent most of these watching TV in the bedroom avoiding Giovanni at all costs, in the brief moments we had bumped into each other only a few words had been muttered between the two off us. I had to begin to hate Giovanni, everything about him screamed arrogant and rude, he had once again snapped at me for speaking to Rory, however I had ignored him. 

As I headed downstairs for breakfast, I heard the post box open up and a letter slide through the opening dropping onto the carpet in front of the door. I held my breath as I looked at who It was adressed to, Miss Valarie Stone, I slipped into my back pocket wanting to give it to Giovanni the moment I saw him. 

Breakfast was already placed onto the table, hash browns, beans, sausages where pilled onto the plate, and two jugs of water and juice where on the table. I took my seat looking around for Rory however he was no where to be seen this morning. I started eating my breakfast taking a mouthful of the hash browns, Rory could make anything and everything taste good without even trying. 

The sound of footsteps made my heartrate increase, and Giovanni entered the room taking a seat across from me, he poured himself a drink before digging in his meal. I wanted what seemed like forever for us both to be done, before raising my eyes to look at him. As he wen to stand up I built up the courage to speak to him. "Wait I have something for you." 

Sliding the later across the table towards him, he raised his eyebrows before grabbing it. "You know what will happen If I open this piece of paper and It's not mine right?" He says glaring at me, I nod my head, I know that he is the only person that could be the father. His fingers broke the envelope seal as he pulls the folder piece of paper out, before unfolding it to read what it says. 

His eyes snap towards me as he throws the piece of paper at me, before storming off his face alight with anger. I grab the paper thoughts rushing through my head, what if for some reason it say's he's not the father! I start to doubt myself as I take a look for myself. 

Dear Miss Stone, It was a pleasure meeting you the other day... I am pleased to announce that the father of your child is in fact Mr Giovanni. 

I had skimmed over all the other pieces of information finding the part that I was desperate to read, my nerves settled as it informed me that I was in fact right. It made me happy that he was finally able to see that I had not been lying this entire time and was in fact telling the truth. Part of me wanting to follow him and rub it in his face that I had been right, however I knew better than to aggravate him, knowing that It would only lead to another argument. 

Instead I cleaned away the breakfast plates, scrapping away all of the remains before placing them into the dishwasher to be cleaned. I grab both the jugs that where still half full and placed them into the fridge before wiping down the table, ready for the next meal. I decided that to kill some time before lunch, I would make a cake and get Rory to try a but when I next see him to see what he thinks of my cooking skills. 

Plus with a baby on the way, I needed to be able to make proper food rather than just sticking in a ready meal in the microwave which is what I would normally do. I set about the kitchen grabbing all the ingredients that I needed to make a lemon drizzle cake, before remembering to pre heat the oven. I had to use my memory to try and remember all the ingredient's and the order in which they went in, as I had no mobile phone to read up the recipe. 

I dumped in all the ingredients and mixed them up thoroughly before I poured the cake mixture into a container and placing it into the over, setting a timer so that I didn't forget a leave the cake to burn. 

Half a hour had passed and the smell of lemon drizzle cake wafted through out the house, I checked that I was spongy and cooked before pulling it out of the oven and leaving it on the side to cool.  As I done that I made myself a cup of tea to enjoy whilst I eat my cake, I thought about taking a piece to Giovanni, however knew that he would likely still be in a rage about the fact that It was his child, and so I let him be. As I sat at the table a familiar face appeared in the doorway.