I MARRIED A GANGSTER: [2018 EDITION]

Twenty

I woke to a snore in my ear that was obnoxiously loud. Francesco was still asleep, to my own shock. He was normally up and out of the house before I could wake but I today he was still sleeping like a baby.

I look at the clock on the bedside and see that it is just past eleven in the morning. Damn, we slept that late? The last time I remember, Francesco was playing piano. I must've fallen asleep in there and he carried me back into the bed.

I slip out of his arms and stand. Immediately I felt pain... down there. This gives a new meaning to fucked raw. I see Francesco's wedding shirt and I slip it on, rolling the sleeves up to my forearms and making my way to the bathroom.

After handling everything I needed to do in the restroom, I made my way toward the kitchen and open the fridge. It was stocked high with food. My stomach has a cheer at all of the options I had to choose from.

I pull out a carton of eggs and a slab of freshly cut bacon. I hum to myself as I began cooking a large breakfast for the two of us.

I was on cloud nine right now. I was in Venice with the man I love, cooking dinner for him after the best night of my life. I wasn't shocked when Francesco stumbled into the room wearing boxers and a look of confusion.

"I haven't slept in this late in years." Francesco mumbled to himself, "It smells amazing."

I smile at him, "You need to sleep in later. I don't get why you wake up so early when you're your own boss."

"Things don't get done without me," Francesco says, opening the fridge and grabbing a carton of orange juice.

"I'm sure they would," I say.

"Not the way I would want it."

"What do you do anyways?" I ask, "So I can tell the cops."

Francesco laughs, "Good one."

I laugh with him, "I'm serious, what is your job description?"

Francesco leans against the counter as I chop up fruit and put it in a blender.

"I make sure people under me do their parts. I buy and distribute and make sure I'm making my money back." Francesco says, "But many young ones think that they can rebel and not pay me back, so I also handle them."

"You make 'em swim with the fishes," I say imitating a soprano.

Francesco laughs loudly at my poor attempt, "Never do that again." he begs, holding his stomach.

I fake pout, "I tried."

"So, you buy copious amounts of whatever illegal things and then sell it?"

Francesco smiles, "Sure, sure."

Rolling my eyes, I put the cut-up fruit into the blender and added the yogurt and ice.

"How are you feeling?" Francesco asks.

I shrug absentmindedly, "A little sore, but it's more expected."

"It's going to rain all day, so I was thinking of a day indoors cuddled up." Francesco said, "Tomorrow we will be spending the day touring the city."

"That sounds good to me." I admit, "Sit down, I'm going to be serving you."

Francesco gives me an uneasy look, "I'm the better cook of the two. If you're hungry, you can just call on me."

"You're my housewife?" I ask with a teasing smile.

Francesco walks up to me and pulls his arms around my waist as I turn the stove off and move our food onto plates.