Second Chance

Chapter 11

Matheo puts our luggage up into a cubby above our seats as we sat down my took my hand in his. Isabella saw this and started smiling. Matheo kissed my cheek, "I'll be back love" he said and I nod as he got up and went to the cockpit. "So, are you and my dad a thing now?" She asked, and I giggled a little. "Yes, we are." She got up and hugged me. "Are you my mom now?" She asked, and my jaw dropped. "What about your real mom?" I say and she shrugged, "she left me, but you stayed."

Tears filled my eyes at her words. She was only 6 years old. Matheo came back and saw her hugging me, "what did I miss?" He asked as he sat down next to me and pulled Isabella onto his lap. "Is Andrea my mommy now?" She asked and his eyes went wide, "do you want her to be?" She shook her head so much I was surprised she wasn't dizzy. He looked at me, waiting for my answer. I was more of a mother to her than anyone else, especially her actual mother. "Sure," I say and she squealed as she climbed over onto my lap, "can I call you mom?" "How about we take it a little slower?" I suggest and she giggled a little. "You're funny."

She climbed off my lap and back into her seat. The pilot came over the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts and be prepared for takeoff." This was really happening. I was going to Italy with Matheo and Isabella. I'm a mother. I felt like I couldn't breathe. "Hey are you scared of flying?" Matheo whispered, and I shook my head, "everything is just happening a little fast, got to give myself a second to catch up." I mumble and he nodded as he wrapped an arm around me and kissed my forehead.

"Isabella is a little straightforward. I can ask her to slow down if you would like. I don't want her to scare you away." I chuckled, "like her father, I guess. Please do." Our seats were like a sofa, so I cuddled up next to him and nuzzled my face into his neck. "Can I go to sleep?" I mumble as my eyes grew heavy. "Yes," he said with a chuckle. He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me as I dozed off.

I woke up to Matheo whispering things in my ear. My hair was covering my face, so he didn't know that I woke up. "I am going to take you to see everything here. Then were gonna come back without Isabella and I'm gonna rail you everyplace I can." I bit my lip at the thought, "well damn, keep talking like that and were gonna have to shut Isabella in a room by herself." I mumble and I could feel him stiffen before he chuckled as my words wrapped around his brain. "Don't be a tease." he mumbled as he rubbed circle into my back, "you make it too easy." I moved my hair to see Isabella passed out, facing away from us.

I get up and straddle him. "Andrea," he said in a warning tone. I gave a quiet giggle as I pulled down my shirt where my breast were popping out and I could see he was holding back a groan, so I shifted around a little until I was comfortable. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him an innocent smile. I could feel his bulge in his pants. "Andrea, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice strained, "what are you talking about? I'm just getting comfortable." I don't know what has gotten into me, but I had a heat between my legs that couldn't wait a week.

He groaned a little as he put his hands on my ass and pulled me closer to him. He put one hand on the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. The other one slid up my shirt to cup my breast. A little moan slipped out. He picked me up and took us to a back area with a bed. He shut the door behind him with his feet. It was a little cabin area. He laid me on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. "What are you doing, Andrea?" He said, and I giggled a little, "well I have this need between my legs and I figured that as my boyfriend you could fix it." He smiled, "boyfriend I like that."

He bent down and kissed me as he wrapped his fingers in my arm as he propped himself up on his arms. I pulled him closer to me; I needed to feel him. He chuckled, "impatient are we?" He said, and I giggled a little. He slid his hand up my shirt and peeled it off me. I tugged on his shirt until he peeled it off and damn, he looked good. I got on my knees and trailed, kissed down his stomach, and made sure to put my butt in the air as I reached for his boxers. I trailed my fingers along the seams of his boxers and I felt him shutter. "Damn Andrea," he said, as my name came out in a huff.