Mean Looking Sweetheart

CHAPTER 16

Third Person's POV.

"What are you making, honey?" His hoarse voice instantly made her feel things she should not, this early in the morning. Even though they were together the whole night till few minutes ago, she turned red like a jar of ketchup. His sweetest smile and the morning hair made him look atleast a decade younger that he actually was. "Hm? What is this little red riding hood of mine making?" He rasped as he leaned forward and put his chin on her shoulder.

"Bread.." She breathed out and he smirked at his effect on her. She was making banana bread that Maria loved. "Mm? But I just had bread." He whispered and she turned her head in confusion towards her shoulder to meet his eyes there. "In the shower." Ava gasped at that and jerked back hitting him lightly on his arm as she whisper screamed. "Salvi!" He chuckled and held her again this time from the front as he descended his lips on her.

She flinched but relaxed immediately, getting used to his sudden touches now. Their wedding was in that very month and they had been shopping together for every big to little things. Salvatore chose every small thing for her. Telling how he'd love to see her have this, wear this, eat this. Their kiss was lazy with tongues dancing slowly. After a while Salvatore pulled back and rest his cheek on top of her head. "I love it when you call me that." She smiled and gave him a peck on his chin because she could only reach there when he was not leaning down.

She slipped out of his grip and started beating the eggs again. He leaned over the shelf behind her with his arms folded over his chest with his eyes fixed on her. She was beating the eggs with a fork instead of the beater and as Salvatore observed how her body moved with every jerk of her arm he was tempted to hide the beater for good. Ava felt his eyes on her and realized what he would be looking at. "Salvi!" She gasped when she felt warm skin over her bottom. The direct skin contact made her realize that Salvatore has slid through the barriers of her clothes.

She gasped and looked around making sure Maria was still in her class with her teacher. Salvatore pushed her shirt up, to her neck and froze. He froze just like every other time his eyes lay on her tattoo. Likewise, we fell apart. This was the tattoo she changed after her divorce. Previously it just said Likewise. Salvatore looked sorrowful as every other time he looked at it. "Bad times are over, my love." She reassured him, he loved it when she called him, her love.

He kissed her over the tattoo and dragged his tongue over it. When Salvatore was sure where Maria was, there was no longer cooking or baking happening in the kitchen. What they did was entirely forbidden for the kitchens but Salvatore was surprisingly stubborn to follow rules made for common men.

"You're always making what Maria loves! What about your soon to be husband? I want a pancake." Salvatore whined sitting on a chair by the counter, after an hour of having what he loved the most. "Pancake for you then." She smiled as she looked back at him over her shoulder. What she saw in his eyes made her eyes widen and she whipped her head forward. Monster. She thought but her smile didn't waver for even a moment.

Suddenly a wave of weakness hit her. She had been feeling dizzy for 2 days now. She knew Salvatore would be mad if he knew she hid it from him, but she thought it was nothing serious so she didn't tell him, now she was afraid to tell him for the scolding she'llget for telling him late. She cut an onion for her omelette when suddenly she was hit by it's aroma and she felt as though she would throw up everything she had in her stomach.

Salvatore shot up and was on her side in an instant, when he heard her gag and with one arm around her waist he pulled her towards the bin, what he pulled out with his other hand. Once she was secure on his lap on the ground with the bin in front of her she threw up. Salvatore held her hair back in a pony he pulled from her wrist. Once her hair were secure he held his palms flat on both of her ears. She threw up again and after a while she sagged back at his chest.