Good Cop Gone Bad ~ Rewritten

72| adore

•Matteo Rossi•

        I sit next to my sweet wife at this stupid event we were forced to attend. I don't have a specific problem with being here, I would just rather be elsewhere.
       Not only do I not want to be here, but I know she is feeling uncomfortable. She is very close to giving birth, it is very hot, she is very tired.
       She should be in bed right now, not here. I told her she could stay home and rest but she did not want to. But I know that it's not that she wants to be here, it's that she is scared of being alone. So once she said she wanted to be here, I decided to just let it go and bring her.
        Once she wants to leave, we will, but for now, we sit next to Alvaro and Isabel. I don't think they want to be here either. Warren and Armando are here with their daughter, Elena.
"Zia Aria!" Elena squeals, running up to hug her. Elena is ten years old and spends most of her time painting, running around her fathers house in nothing but what looks like a princess dress, but not the flashy kind and a pair of pink socks.
        She gets along with Aria well and now that Aria is close to giving birth, Elena has been very excited to meet her new cousins. Well, second cousins but it will be the same.
         Aria hugs Elena, kissing the top of her head, "Ciao carissima, come stai?" Aria says.
        Elena smiles, standing in front of us while her fathers greet everyone else, "Molto bene, ho finito una nuova vernice che volevo mostrarti," Elena says, then reaches for Warrens phone on the table, "Come stai, Zia?" she asks as she looks for something on her fathers phone. (Very well, I finished a new painting that I wanted to show you,)
        "Molto bene," Aria says. They keep talking and Elena shows Aria a picture of her painting.
Half an hour passes and the main portion of the event - which was a speech by Romano - is over however the event itself is not over for another hour.
But I can tell Aria is very tired. "Sweetheart are you okay?" I ask her.
She shakes her head, "I don't want to be here. I am very tired." she says, sounding like she is about to cry. Then I see her tear up.
"Melodia, let's go home," I tell her. She nods and we stand, saying goodbye to everyone.
I lead her to the car where the driver is waiting and we get into the back. I hold her to me and wipe her tears. This past week has been hard on her, she has been very uncomfortable, and I know that today her social battery was low.
I kiss her head, and as we arrive home I carry her in and up the stairs. "You don't have to carry me," she says as we are halfway up. "You are carrying three humans right now." she says, making me smile.
"They are my three favorite humans," I tell her, making her smile. She snuggles closer to me as we get to our room and I take us to our closet. I help her change out of her dress and into some pajamas.
We lay down in bed together, facing each other. I keep one hand on her belly. I feel a kick and smile, then see movement on the other side of her belly.
They're both kicking right now. "I love your belly. It shows the beautiful hard work you do every day to bring us our babies and help grow our family." I tell her, kissing her nose.
She blushes a bright pink, "Thank you, lovey," she says cutely, resting her head on my arm and closing her eyes.
         "Buonanotte, melodia," I tell her, kissing her forehead. She smiles, getting as close as she can to me.

•••••

        I look down at my phone as it rings with a text message from my melodia. I had texted her about an hour and a half ago because today has proven to be a stressful day and talking to her always helps, but it has taken a while for her to respond.

melodia mia ♥️🎵

melodia mia ♥️🎵: sorry lovey, i was taking a nap. the smell of lunch made my head hurt so i came back upstairs and fell back asleep
melodia mia ♥️🎵: anyways, how is your day going, lovey? is anything wrong?

Me: That is great, lovey. Get the rest you need.
Me: Nothing specifically wrong, just a stressful day. I just cannot wait to get home to you.

melodia mia ♥️🎵: i'm excited for you to get home. i'm making cupcakes too.

Me: I bet they are going to taste great, melodia. Make sure you are not overworking yourself, listen to your body and if you feel tired, take a break. Bake whatever makes you happy, melodia. I love you. I will be home as soon as I can.

melodia mia ♥️🎵: You're so sweet, honey. I love you too. Be safe ♥️

I stared at my phone smiling, writing faster on the paper in front of me so I can get my work done sooner.

•••••

The day had left me mentally exhausted, so finally driving home and getting to go home to my wife felt amazing.
I parked the car as the door to our home opened and she stepped out. She smiled when she saw my car and walked closer as I stepped out.
We met in the middle, my arms wrapping around her, both of hers doing the same to me. I kissed the top of her head and smiled, my breathing calming down as well as my thoughts.
"Hi honey," she said, pressing a kiss to my covered chest.
I smiled, "Hi melodia," I said, leading her back inside. We sat on the couch in the living room, my head went to her lap as I laid down on the rest of the couch.
"Honey, let's go to bed," she mumbled, her hands in my hair. I nodded, standing as we went to the elevator and went up to our room, laying down in bed.
She will normally want me to tell her about my day, ask about it, for specific details, but I just cannot find it in me to talk about today. It was so annoying and aggravating and overall not a good day.
She has her arms around my neck, mine on the side of her belly, her leg is over mine. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I cannot talk about my day, not today. I am so tired. I know you like for me to talk about it, but-" she stops me.
"Don't be sorry, honey. You work so hard so we can keep the life we have and enjoy. It is okay if you are tired. Rest, lovey." she says, rubbing her hands up and down my back. I smile, holding her to me, closing my eyes.

•••••

summer practices start today and i kind of don't wanna go 😭

but i have to go ig

anyways bye bye

~elle 🌸