Love, Evangeline

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Song: Perfect by ED Sheeran- the song is just an overview for the whole chapter since it's going to be in Domenico's pov. Not going to lie, I like writing from Domenico's pov more than Evangeline's because I feel like I write more in depth and I'm more descriptive than when I writing in Evangeline's pov. Anyway... the song kinda just describes how Domenico's feels throughout this whole chapter. I felt like the song was cute and kinda described how he felt whenever he talked or was around Evangeline.

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It was nearing six am, ever since last night Evangeline had trouble sleeping and had thrown up about ten times before she fell asleep at the toilet. Around one am, I had encouraged Evangeline many times to attempt to take a nap after she had spent hours reading on the ouch, surprisingly enough, she fought me every time and won every argument.

I sat in a chair beside the sink as Evangeline rested herself in the bath. I had called the hospital several times, talking to many doctors who could give me any advice on how to make Evangeline's pregnancy easier. The bathroom smelled of roasted vanilla bean, I had filled the water with scented bubbles before Evangeline got in. Watching her, sitting here listening to her talk was something I could do with ease for the rest of my life.

Evangeline made everything look effortlessly satisfying and easy. From the way she talked, walked, to how she fixed her own problems as we'll as everyone else's. I unbuttoned my jacket and folded my arms as Evangeline began talking about her family. I knew it was a sensitive topic, and for as long as I knew her, she had to have been the most selfless person I'd ever met. Evangeline deserved every praise, everything the world could give her, and I was the one person who was going to give her the world and much more.

Ever since Evangeline got into the tub, a content smile rested itself on my face. She was beyond breathtaking, she was more than a painting, she was a masterpiece. Her voice was like utter music, my body energized itself just by hearing her talk. Evangeline's dark hair tied back in a messy bun, strands of wet hair tucked behind her ear. Soap dotted her shoulders, I smirked as small hickeys dotted her neck. Evangeline was an simply an angel sent down from heaven by God himself. He had sculpted her, curving her body up to perfection, coloring her eyes and filling them with pure enlightenment and holiness. I grinned as Evangeline tapped her feet against the end of the tub. I shook my head as Evangeline grabbed the bottle of soap off the end of of the tub and began pouring more into the soap infested waters consuming her body.

" And the best part of it all," Evangeline sighed as she placed the bottle of soap down on the edge of the tub, " my brothers don't think that I love you." Evangeline looked at me, " I love you more than anyone in my life, and hearing my brothers point out that I don't makes me want to scream." I held back a smile before saying, " your brothers are your family, you told me that they mean everything to you." Evangeline scoffed, " so you agree with my brothers?" I smiled, " definitely not, but I remember a beautiful, stunning woman telling me how much their brothers mean to her." Rolling her eyes, Evangeline said as I smiled, " that's not the point, my brothers also hate you entirely, yet they don't have a logical reason to." " Besides the fact that I'm the richest man Italy," I teased.

Evangeline glared at me, " you're really not helping any of this." I chuckled softly, " okay, I'm sorry." Inhaling deeply, Evangeline said as she rested her head back against the tub, " at this point, I don't care about what my brothers think or say about us." I stared at Evangeline, her family meant everything to her. " You don't mean that," I said. " Yes, Domenico, I do," Evangeline clarified as she stared up at the ceiling. " My whole life I had been taking orders from my brothers, and now that I'm with you, I don't want to anymore," Evangeline explained. " Then don't," I suggested as I grabbed a towel off the rack. " Your feet," I said. Evangeline frowned as she looked at me, " what?" I smiled, " your feet, give me your feet."