Marry. Ride. Love.

The little stubborn one

*Valentino*

When Bella had left to take Max to Rimini, I had taken the opportunity to leave my office. I had grabbed the guys and driven up to the ranch with them to do what we all loved to do the most.

Drive motocross bikes. Not thinking. Just driving and being free.

Up here, I wasn't married. I had to think my thoughts about the fact that I really wasn't treating her well. I just had to look ahead and listen to my bike.

I loved those moments. That's why I had always loved my job. Because I had been free.

And I was now, here on the motocross and when I was racing.

I enjoyed the freedom until we went back to the house because it was getting almost dark.

That there was a light on inside was something I had to get used to. That there was someone there when I came home.

When we opened the door, the smell of bolognese hit us right away. Bella's head immediately came out of the kitchen door. I could literally see her heart beating faster with joy for a moment. She had such an insanely revealing face. It revealed everything that was going on inside her.

"I didn't know what you guys liked," her voice was probably a little higher than she intended "So I made spaghetti bolognese. I'm sure it won't taste really Italian, but I went down to Tavullia and got some advice from a very nice Italian lady. I didn't understand everything and then improvised a bit, but I think it turned out okay.".

I could feel that all eyes were on me. I didn't say a word.

"You really want us to get fat, huh? Sure you're not from the competition?", Pecco laughed and broke away from the group and walked over to her. Bella immediately smiled up at him. I could literally see how relieved she was that at least he was talking to her.

"You can't go far wrong with pasta in general with us," Franky agreed with a smile before pushing Bella back into the kitchen.

Maro nudged me "Just don't say anything, ok? I know it myself.", I grumbled, avoiding my brother's gaze.

"Then why are you doing it?" he asked back.

"I don't know," I grumbled.

"Sure wouldn't kill you to at least thank her for cooking for us," Bez agreed now "She's really trying.".

I just snorted as the two looked at each other and followed the others into the kitchen shaking their heads.

I stopped in the hallway and considered just going upstairs, but I had to admit that her food smelled excellent. I grumbled and then went into the kitchen.

"Thank you.", I mumbled in Italian as I sat down in the chair at the head of the table.

She smiled, picked up a plate and set it down for me "You're very welcome." she grinned, also in Italian. Her fingers brushed briefly over my shoulder.

It left a slight goose bump.

I looked up at her. Her eyes were shining. I could see how wide the smile was on her lips before she continued to fill and pass out the plates before filling herself a plate and sitting down on the vacant chair to my right.

"I really hope you can eat it," she smiled before we started eating.

After that, she became strangely quiet. She didn't say anything for the rest of the meal and just silently cleared the plates while I walked the boys to the door.

"Be nice to her." laughed Franky "She's more afraid of you than you are of her."

"Please, she's not a spider," I grumbled.