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Giovanni's POV:

"I'm pregnant." Those two words shake me to my core. This time I'm certain it's his and from her reaction, I'm guessing it was his idea. She starts sobbing again and I realise my facial expression probably wasn't the most soothing.

"Anna, hey, look at me." I lift her chin to look at me and she sniffles a bit. I brush the hair out of her face.

"Did you consent?" I ask the question that is lingering in my mind and she shakes her head softly. My heart breaks and I pull her into my chest. She sobs and her body shakes as I rock her back and forth, doing my best to soothe her.

I can't describe the amount of anger seeing her like this gives me, but an outburst isn't what she needs right now. She needs my full attention, and I would give her that for the rest of my life.

Everything else in the world is put to the back of my mind and she is my main priority. She always will be. Hell, I would do anything for this girl. 

"Ti ho preso bella mia ragazza. Non gli permetterò mai di toccarti. Mai più. Sei mio ora per sempre e sempre." Her sobbing calms down to a sniffle every couple of minutes. (translation: I got you my beautiful girl. I will never let him touch you. Never again. You are mine now forever and ever)

She looks up to me and I cup her face, pressing my lips to her forehead.

"I'be go you Anna, it's okay." She nods and leans back into my chest. We sit in silence for a couple minutes while I run my fingers through her hair before she speaks up.

"He tried to tell me that it never happened. That I was asking for it. But I didn't. I screamed at him to stop but-" I feel more anger rise up as she lets out another sob but I do my best to push it aside and focus on running my fingers through my hair.

"You weren't mi amore. I believe you. You didn't deserve this. Nothing in this world will be able to make up for what he did to you." I gently kiss her forehead and lay her down. She curls into my side as I continue to play with her hair. She runs her fingers along my chest.

"I'm sorry." Her voice cracks and I rub my hand along her back, soothing her again.

"You have nothing to be sorry for mi amore."

"No. I'm sorry for being a jerk to you. And I'm sorry for showing up today. You were probably busy but I didn't know where else to go and I remember when my dad used to take me here when I was little." I lift her face up to look at me and stop her rambling.

"Listen to me Anna. You are never a burden. I would stop the whole world to help you. I don't care if I was busy, you are my priority." She softly smiles at the words I never thought I would say out loud. 

She gently rests back on my chest and I stare at the roof in shock of what I just said.

"Merci, Giovanni. For everything."

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