It's been little over two weeks since we've been here in Italy , and we decided to stay longer so we could celebrate new year with everyone .
I had to let Marco be aware of the changes, I managed to check on him daily and if not Sandro did and everything was going smoothly . I had ordered Mr collins dead as I didn't have time for his nonsense.
Once a thief always a thief
He was better dead than alive , his poor wife who had been cheated on by that bastard is probably estancia to head her husband had been killed .
It's understandable.
I look away from my laptop and towards the balcony where my wife stood carrying our son . She was attempting to calm him down after his unexpected outburst. We first assumed he was hungry which is why she fed him but it was obvious it was something else .
I guess he just wanted affection .
That was me as a child , always yearning for my mother . I couldn't last a few minutes without being beside her . I craved her affection . But that all changed when Alex was born , I had to learn the responsibilities of being an older brother , taking care of my siblings .
Now I have my son that needs taken care of , and that's what I intend to do . I have no intentions of becoming like my father if anything I want to be better , not for him but also for my wife .
"It's okay honey , I'm here I've got you." Anya coos , as he begins to quiet down . I could feel the cold breeze coming into the room and Anya was only wearing one of my shirts .
She had complained about not liking her body at the moment and wanting to wear non-figury clothing. I reminded her , I still loved her either way , I personally liked the weight she gained it suited her . Her hips we're wide and her breasts had grew uncontrollably.
She looked great in my opinion
I place the laptop beside me and climb out of bed walking towards the balcony . "Hey." I whisper "come inside it's chilly , I don't want you to get sick ."
She turns around looking into my eyes before walking into the room . I close the two doors before locking it . Anya placed Elijah down in the center of the bed before laying down . A light cough escapes her lips and I frown walking towards her side .
"You have a cold."
She smiles at me weakly "I'm fine babe."
I sit beside her pulling her up , "no your not." Our noses brushes against each other causing our lips to slightly touch . "I'm exhausted." She huffs
"I know Tesoro , get some rest ." I murmur planting a kiss to her forehead . "sono così orgoglioso di te."
I'm so proud of you
Her eyes light up and she smiles this time it's brighter and with emotion .
"Yeah?" She questions
"I love watching you learn to be a mother , I'm so tempted to put another inside you ." I respond gently lowering my lips onto the crook of her neck .
A whine fills my ears and I smile knowing I was beginning to turn her on . It was such a shame I couldn't fuck her . "Stop trying to turn me on , we can't have sex anyways ." The declaration in her voice was admirable
"I wasn't trying to , I just like knowing I still have that effect on you ."
Her eyes roll and I can't help but break into a soft laughter "good night Enzo ."
I frown "no goodnight kiss ?" I pretend to pout , and she presses a soft kiss onto my lips
"Goodnight my love."
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His tesoro
Fanfiction"Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them." Anya Bernardi : A 21 year old living in a home where pain is inflicted upon her. She wants nothing more than to run away and start a new life , a new adventure...