Good Cop Gone Bad ~ Rewritten

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•Aria Rossi•

I love being home. Switzerland was amazing, especially as a honeymoon but I always love being home.
Matteo is at work right now so I am at Sofia's house hanging out with her. I hate being alone.
        I am holding Angelo so she can eat in peace and Vittoria is at school. She only goes to school twice a week because she is primarily home schooled however it is a private school with mostly other rich peoples kids, most of them mafia, and she still needs social interaction. Usually play dates do that and Sofia can get other mafia people to bring their kids or they will go out together but with Angelo, it is a bit harder now, so they will wait until he gets older.
         Aless reluctantly went to work today. Matteo told him to stay home, Sofia told him to go to work, and he did not know what to do because he felt bad for missing work but he felt bad leaving Sofia.
        It all came down to a coin toss, and when the coin decided it was time for him to go to work he was disappointed, but I am also here to help Aless and Sofia with whatever they need.
        "Aria you are an angel," Sofia tells me as she finishes up the food I made her. I hand her Angelo and take her plate, cleaning it off then putting it in the dishwasher.
        I shrug, "I will always be here to help you." I tell her, hugging her.
        She smiles and I sit down next to her. "I know you gave me some detail but I need full, no moment left out, how was your trip?" she asks me.
         I smile, "It was amazing, Sof. Everything. The views, the streets, the weather," I talk about my trip as she asks questions and and I answer and it's just almost impossible to stop.
        "Well, I have something to tell you," she says when I finish, making me tilt my head. "Well, the wedding photos got released and everyone is happy about it and everything is going great then this girl that is Aless' friend slash business partners wife sends me this screenshot of someone's Instagram story." She begins, I nod as she talks and make sure to pay attention to everything.
       "And she goes, look who it is and look at the song. I just look at the song and it's 'cindy lou who' by Sabrina Carpenter," she says, I smile. I swear that woman is a goddess. That song talks about being hurt that your ex got with someone else I think and there's some other details too but either way it is an amazing song. "And then I look at who it is and it's Matteo's ex. The girl that cheated on him. And I was like okay it's probably about another ex and the girl tells me she goes no, look at the bottom of the picture, cause it was like a mirror selfie, and I zoom in on the screenshot and it's like M plus A with an 'x' through it and then M plus T with a heart next to it and then your wedding date next to you twos initials. And she made it so small and made it a similar color as the background so it's like faint. Oh and it was like 13 years lost or some shit like that and I was like there's no fucking way this porca is still mad about that when she is the one that cheated!" she says angrily.
        I roll my eyes. The one thing I do not want right now is some stupidity thing which is probably a publicity stunt from my husband's ex girlfriend from over a fucking decade ago.
        I shrug, "I am just going to ignore it. We are married now, they have not spoken in over ten years, why should I care?" I ask, taking a sip of my lemonade. I was feeling weird today and for some reason lemonade makes it better.
        "I'm not saying you should respond but what I am saying is that you should make an Instagram account, post a photo of you and Matteo on your trip then repost it on his account so people know that your account is actually you and not a fake," she says, a sneaky look on her face.
        I smile, shaking my head. "You are crazy," I say and she sticks her tongue out. "Hand me my phone." I say and she laughs, handing it to me.
         I do what she says, leaving it at that. I am not going to pay attention to that girl whose name I still do not know. I am just going to enjoy my new marriage with my husband, hang out with my siblings, my dad and my in laws. My life is too good for me to pay attention to her.
        "Anyways," I tell Sofia, "I have really been wanting some like avocado toast with egg, but the egg has to have jam on top of it."
        She looks at me weird, "Okay, psycho. Did you get sick on your trip or something? A flu messing with your taste buds?" she asks sarcastically, but almost seriously.
        I shake my head, "No I feel completely fine. That just sounds really good." I tell her. She shakes her head.
         "Are you sure? You did say you are getting dizzy again. Maybe your iron levels are getting low again? Have you thought about calling Dr. Moretti?" she asks me.
        She's right. If my iron levels are low again I will cry. I spent 90 days drinking those stupid pills religiously, one every morning just so my iron levels would be normal. I have been eating fine. If anything I have been eating a lot. I have gained weight this month which yes is normal, the body changes over the course of the month, but it is just something I have noticed.
        I should call Dr. Moretti just to make sure it is not my iron levels. "I will have Matteo call him later," I tell her, shrugging. It is not very urgent.
       She nods, continuing to rock baby Angelo to sleep.

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        Two days go by and I keep forgetting to tell Matteo about Dr. Moretti. But he is about to get home and I remember right now so I need to tell him.
"Hi, sweetheart," Matteo smiles as he walks up to me when he gets home. When I checked his location and he was one minute away from the estate, I could not help it. I got out of bed and came downstairs and outside to see him as soon as he got home.
        "Hi honey," I mumble, throwing my arms around him. I kiss him on the cheek, "How was your day?" I ask him.
        "It was good, honestly. New people to train, old people leaving, which is always sad, but it was still a good day." He tells me, making me smile. I love it when he talks about his day.
         I hold his hand as we walk inside, "That's great, honey. Dinner is almost ready, but I didn't cook it today. I was really tired for some reason, so I took a nap after I cleaned the sunroom. Which by the way, can you call Dr. Moretti for me?" I ask him.
        He looks at me concerned, "What is wrong, melodia? Do you feel sick?" he asks me.
        I shake my head, "Not exactly. Remember how I have been getting dizzy again and I have just been so tired lately, so I just want to make sure my iron levels are normal and aren't going back down." I tell him. He nods, kissing me on the forehead.
       "Of course I will call him, melodia. I will see if I can get him here tonight," he says, making me shake my head. It is already 5 hours past midday. I tell him that it is fine to wait until tomorrow since it is not very urgent. He looks at me like I am crazy, "Your health is a priority, of course it is urgent." he says.
        I nod, then take him to the dining room so we can eat dinner before Dr. Moretti gets here.

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IM SO TIREDDD but i'm not going to sleep cause i still have to clean

anyways bye bye

~elle 🌸