Fragments

Chapter 7

Beatrice pov:

The next morning I wake up in a room I can't recall, it's gorgeous. Large ceilings, walls rather white or a subtle grey which compliments the comfortable quilt cover which is covering my body.
The bed I'm in is massive!! Like bigger than anything I've seen. I look around searching for any clues about where I am until I spot a note, a note writing by my mother and father saying they will come and get me soon.

I take the time waiting for someone, anyone to come get me, by looking over my room in more detail. There are 2 doors, one leads to a closet decked in the same white and grey theming and an en-suite bathroom which is completely covered in marble floors and tiles and oh my god it's gorgeous.

I have been awake for about an hour when I hear a knock at my door and my mother walks in.

'Morning sweetheart, do you want to follow me and go get some breakfast?'

Im not hungry but I don't want to decline so with the nod of my head, my mother extends her hand and I take it. She leads me through a maze of corridors: left, right, left again. I try to take note but I don't think I will remember

We reach a set of ginormous double doors when my mother stops. Turns to me and says

'All of your brothers are in there, they found out you are here 20 or 30 minutes ago by your father so they may seem in shock a little okay?'

With a slight nod of my head, she opens one of the doors and we walk in to see 6 pairs of eyes staring at me, 5 of which hold a look of shock. one pair, my father, a look of love. I haven't seen that before I came here...

Agostino pov:

7 o'clock is the usual time the boys come down for breakfast, so that is when we decided to tell them about Beatrice's return home.
Running off only a few hours sleep in our own bed we decided that we won't work today, the boys are already suspicious. We are always working, so waking up to both their mother and father being home is a rare occurrence.

Antonio is the first to speak up, 'mama not to be rude but why are you here? You're normally at work by now.'

Before I can answer, my husband does it for me 'we have something to tell you'
He looks at me to continue

'We have found Bea, she's home. She's upstairs, safe in her own bed. You can meet her later but let's leave her to rest for a while, okay?'

Silence..

Not an awkward silence but a content one.
A silence with questions hanging thickly in the air.

Once again my eldest son breaks the silence.

'What?'

WAnd that's all I can coherently hear before the room bursts in to question by all my boys