I stood up and slid my hands around her waist, looking deep into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck and reciprocated the eye contact. I felt my heartbeat quicken when her hands moved to my face making me question her next move.
She go...
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TESSA SARIANO
Sometimes I wish I could just open up a bakery. Actually, I wish that Gio and I could have just stayed in America, had a couple of kids and lived a drama free life.
I wish that he never had to fake his death, I never had to go through years of pain without him and that we could just be normal. I would be a baker and he would be...I don't know, a business man of some kind.
Maybe if Gio was just a cutthroat businessman apposed to being the don of the Italian Mafia, things could be different. Just maybe.
In a perfect world, none of this would be happening right now. I could be making the cutest cakes and cupcakes, some cookies too...I could name a cupcake flavor after Gio, as a romantic gesture. I could even have him be my little taste tester. He could try the new flavor combos I come up with and tell me if they taste good, or if they suck. And I would trust him because his opinion has always mattered to me. I've almost never cared what people think until it came to him.
Gio has just always been the one person I listen to.
I just wish he would've listened to me. Maybe if he listened to me, we would not be where we are right now. I would be in bed, asleep, next to him and he would be fast asleep right next to me. He would hold me and I would lay on his chest, grateful for the quiet, calm, peaceful life we've got. I would maybe wake up, tossing and turning from restlessness throughout the night, but none of that would matter.
All of my fears and discomfort would go away as soon as I grounded myself and listened to the sound of Gio's lungs filling with air. The sound of his calm, steady heartbeat in his chest which my head rests on top of.
If only I could just be a baker.
"Tessa?" Gio called my name.
"Tessa, mia mia. Listen to me..."
"I just want to be a baker..." my hands shook furiously as I looked down at them.
"What happened, my love. W-What did you do? Talk to me, tesoro." he pleaded with me, but I couldn't manage to answer him.
"I...just- I just want to be a baker."
3 days earlier...
Gio and I stood in the kitchen together, baking. Things had finally seemed to settle down around here, for the most part. The drama was to a minimum and there was actually time left for Gio and me to relax and spend time with one another.
I woke up this morning and told Gio that I wanted to bake today. When he asked what I wanted to make, I simply told him everything.
We had started with brownies which were already done, the three different cookie doughs were in the fridge, chilling. Now, it was time to make a classic, apple pie.
