I wake up with hair poking in my face. Always a pleasant thing to wake up like this.
"Emilio, get off of me.", I push him off and turn around to continue my sleep but he pulls me toward him making my mood drop.
"I'm serious. Get off.", I bury my face into my pillow in hope to fall asleep again. I feel Emilio getting up while I doze off.
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"Good morning, my grouchy grouch", he kisses my forehead.
"Shut up. I don't want to.", I whine.
"C'mon, you can't sleep forever, just get ready and sleep in the car. How about that?", he slowly sits down and strokes my head.
I see that he's fully changed and has styled hair.
"Emilio Romano, are you trying to impress your parents?", I laugh.
"What do you mean?", he grins nonchalantly.
"You look like a well-behaved little boy. Oh my god, did I marry a momma's boy?"
"God, no. What are you talking about, I'm not a momma's boy. I just haven't seen my parents in a long time, now shut it and get ready.", he gets up and I groan.
"Fine.", I stomp into our bathroom.
I put on some comfy yet cute clothes on and curled my hair, just enough to have waves. I didn't put makeup on because I would get pimples, especially on a 12h flight and I need to look good when I meet my parents in law. When I come downstairs, Emilio is already waiting for me.
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"Are you ready?", he comes at me.
"Aren't we gone have breakfast?", I look around.
"No, at least not here. Let's go, everything is already in the car.", he opens the door.
"Wait. What do you think? Is this okay?", I point at my outfit.
"No, it's not okay. It's beautiful. Now, let's go.", he kisses my hair and pulls me out of our apartment.
We get into Emilio's car and drive to the airport.
"When are we gonna eat? I'm dying.", my stomach growls.
"Relax, there will be food on the plane. We're almost there.", he looks over to me with a soft smile on his face that makes my knees weak, luckily we're in the car, if not I would be fainting right now.
For the rest of the drive I wasn't able to focus on where we were going because I kept looking at him.
———
"We're here.", he gets out.
"What the fuck...", I wisper to myself.
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my wife
Storie d'amoreShe's clever, ambitious and blunt. She loves her family more than anything, thus she would do anything for them. Even marrying a stranger. That man is known to be heartless. But for the sake of her family, she decides to marry a man the world has n...
