VENUS & MARS [MPREG ENG VERSION]

A BED FOR TWO

| CHAPTER XXII |

Ever since we left London the morning after Harry changed the tickets, we had avoided discussing what had happened. It was strange that it happened that way, but it made me feel better knowing that it didn't have a negative impact on our relationship. Harry seemed happy and that's how it was all night when we decided to sleep in Sarah's home. We shared the same bed, but no more kisses between us.

Harry wanted to say goodbye to Caleb until we left. It was difficult to see this child like before. Every time Caleb smiled, I saw a lot of Louis in him. Actually they had always been very similar and I had always noticed it, but knowing that biologically they were father and son seemed terrifying. It would take some time for me to deal with this situation.

Harry spent the whole morning with him and before we departed for our flight, I watched the child cry. But it wasn't just him crying, Harry also shed a few tears in the farewell.

And even if he was sad to return, he still seemed excited to be with me.

I could watch him sleep for the two hours of the trip, and I could touch his hand and confess to myself that being there was like finding the right spot on my route to a happy place. Everyday, I became more sure I was completely in love with Harry.

"I think we arrived in Italy." I said as soon as the plane touched down.

"Yeah… Benvenuto." replied Harry, with a large and relieved grin.

With the baggage in hand, we made our way through Milan airport looking for a taxi that would take us to the city center.

Already at the beginning of the journey, I was totally submerged by the atmosphere of the place. I didn't speak Italian, but it was very nice to hear Harry talking to the taxi driver in that language. His voice seemed completely different and, dare I say it, even hotter.

Through the window of the car, I got a taste of the city. Milan was a bit different from what we usually know of Italy, it is a highly developed city, surrounded by buildings and designer boutiques. It is modernity embraced with preserved historic antiquity, you can see art in all corners.

Our path to Harry's art school was a short one. When we got there, we put our bags into Harry's car which was in the garage and together we decided to go walking.

The Academy — as the students called it — seemed much bigger than I thought. Only a small tunnel led us to a courtyard where there were wooden pews and a fountain with a plaster sculpture in the center surrounded by plants and trees. The balconies just above were where the studio worked, where many students had their paintings and tripods placed directly in front of the canopy. It was like making art and being in touch with nature all at once.