Married to the don

Therapist

Amara Moratti

Dr. Grayson was an elderly woman, I would say in her early fifty's. Her office was on the base, but it wasn't held black. It was very light, the colours of the walls were an light blue, which looked even lighter when the sun came in though the big windows.

I the middle of the room was an big grey couch, with yellow and green pillows. The whole room was held light and colourful. It was an welcome change between the base and this room. I was never an colour loving person, but this room made me smile.

I think therapist try to create there offices enjoyable. They want there patients to feel at home, so that they can open up. I took a seat on the grey couch. It was soft and comfortable, I think they do that too. I think everything about this room is designed to feel homey and comforting.

"Amara, it's really nice to finally meet you" she said. Of course she knew me, everyone does. "You don't have too feel attacked inside of this room, it's an safe place, you can tell me any thing you want and it will stay between us" she added, smiling lightly when I started to relax against one of the comfy pillows.

"We are just here to talk, I know that this may sound confusing, but you don't have to tell me anything if don't feel comfortable. Okay?" She asked me, opening the little black notebook she placed on her lap.

"Okay" I said, nodding too. "Alright, I'm gonna asked you some questions, about you, Signore DeAngelo, your brothers and your parents, just tell me if you don't wanna talk about one of them" she told me.

"So Amara, what do you like to do I'm you free time" she asked. "I read, I love reading, when I was im school I also painted a lot, but I stoped doing that a year ago" I told her.

"What are things you also did, in school?" She asked me, writing something down in her notebook. "I danced, I learned how to place piano, did. hours riding and learned self defence" I told her.

"What do you miss the most? Well since you live with Senior DeAngelo?" She asked. "I'm not quite sure, I like living with him, well I love him so it's easy, I love his family, but I do miss my brothers, my room and the gardens" I told her.

"Why are you missing your brothers?" She asked me. She wrote something down in her book, before looking at me again. "They are my brothers, even if they not always fought for me they still loved me" I said, my hands rubbing against my tights.

"Tell me something about your brothers" she said, smiling at me. "Well my oldest brothers name is Vincent, he is a lot like our father, father always treated him like the gold child, but Vincent loves me. He was always like an father figure for me." I started.

"Xavier is younger than Vincent, he is more of the fun kind, still serious, he always calls me bambino, his baby sister. Our parents lived us all, but I was not an boy." I whispered the last part.

"They sound great, like they really loved you. How was it for you to leave them behind?" She wrote more inside her notebook. "It was hard, I didn't like Ace then, he was emotionless and dark, but still nice to me, nicer than anyone else has ever been, than any men has ever been, but leaving my family for him. I would have never done that, but there was no choice. I didn't wanted to leave them, they are my brothers" I said, wiping away the tear that ran down my cheek.

Talking about what I feel and how I felt all these years ago, it really helps. When there is someone who listens to you and talks with you. It helps taking about your problems more than pushing them into the back of your head, because when you do that, there will only be the moment where all of them push back.

After my hour was over, I made my way toward ace office. I missed him, talking about him and how much I loved him. He may was not my choice, but he was the right one. This may sound crazy, but I could've wish gut a better person to love me.

I knocked once against his office door before pushing them open. Ace nowhere to be found, the chair behind his desk was empty. I made my way inside his office, walking around his desk, sitting down on his chair.

Sitting behind this desk was one thing I didn't found comfort in. It felt weird siting here, like I was the Donna again and I didn't wanted to be her. She was another person and she meant that Ace was hurt or no longer here.

I placed an hand in my stomach, the small bump made me feel happy. I couldn't wait for this human inside of me, to lay inside if my armes.

I got up, leaving the chair behind as I made my way over to the couch, laying down. I wanted to wait for Ace, he said we would meet here after my therapy session. I closed my eyes, placing my hand over my stomach again.

"Amore" I heard Ace. I lightly opened my eyes. Ace was kneeling in front of the couch, rushing away some of my hair which fell in fur of my face. "Hi" I whispered, forming toward him, still laying in the couch. "How was therapy" he asked.

"Kind of relieving, it was nice talking about all the things I had on my mind." I told him. "Do you think it could help you?" He asked, his hand touching my cheek, his thump brushing my skin.

"Maybe, I don't know it yet, but I think it's good. Just to talk, you know" I told him, taking his hand, kissing the inside of it. "Let's go home" ace said, helping me get up. His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him as we left his office.

Having Ace next to, with me after all. It was an feeling I never thought I would feel. This feeling was fearful and exciting at the same time. I was scared of these feeling and at the same time I wanted to embrace them.

I squeezed Ace hand, smiling at him.