Love and War

This is my first story so please don't hate, give me recommendations to help improve my writing <33

Chapter 1: Espresso.

"Nothing new." I sigh and toss the morning paper onto the table, knocking over my coffee mug as I do so. I gasp and jump up, freshly brewed espresso splashing all over my white blouse.

Fresh, espresso, scalding hot, espresso. Pain shoots through my arm, the skin turns red and angry, I cry out.

Running, quick thumps of feet coming down the stairs. "Angelina!" He appears around the corner, wearing that look of fear on his face, I must've scared him away from his work.

"Fine! Fine, just, burned my arm a little." I chuckled, looking at the redness. He groans and takes my arm; his hands are rough. I love those hands. "You need to be more careful mi amore." He shakes his head "Come, kitchen"

He practically drags me out of the room, murmuring something under his breath, he's too cute when he does that, like I can't hear him practicing the lecture he'll give me in a few minutes.

He holds my arm under cool water. It burns. I flail my arm trying to slip away, but his grip is far too strong. He shushes me, placing his free hand on my waist, he rests his chin on my head.

The skin looks even more irritated, but the burning has dulled. He wraps the burn in gauze after slathering it with ointment. "All better?" He kisses my forehead.

I nod "You go get back to work mister, I can clean the mess."

"Oh no you can't." He sighs, shaking his head "Physical activity is bad for him" he smiles that angelic smile, placing a hand on my stomach, which has been growing rapidly over the last 7 months.

"You leave the cleaning to me, Tesoro."

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**291 words, sorry for the short chapter! They'll get longer as the story goes I swear <3

Translations: mi amore: My Love, Tesoro: Sweetheart.**

CHAPTER 2, Drafting:

I wake to the chirps of birds, sunlight filtering in through the window. I groan softly and sit up, looking at my husband's sleeping form. His sweet face nestled into the pillow, drooling as he does every night, my dork.

I smile and slip out of the sheets and into my slippers, throwing on a robe and shivering from the cool morning air. I take not two steps to the door when Alejandro calls my name, in his sleepy voice, deeper than usual, my heart still flutters when I hear it. I turn around. He sits, shirtless, his muscles defined by the sunlight.

"Good morning, mi amore" I sit beside him on the bed "How did you sleep?"

"Fine" He says, my heart skips a beat. I lean in to give him a peck on the cheek, but he takes my chin in between his thumb and pointer finger and presses his lips to mine. Soft, with just the right amount of give. My hand finds its way up to his chest, tracking up to his cheek. I pull away, pushing him playfully.

"It's like that is it?" He frowns, crossing his arm and sticking out his lower lip. Such a baby.

"Oh, stop it." I lean in again, pressing my lips to his, giggling uncontrollably as he flips me over him so I'm lying on my pillow again, facing him. I look into those gorgeous blue eyes, resting my hand on his face. I follow his eyes down to my stomach, his soft smile still ignites a flame within me, whether its been shared or not. His hands are there, rubbing the exposed skin, gently.

I place my hands on his and close my eyes.

I wake again, this time to stillness. Silence. I sit up, the sun has gone down significantly. I push myself out of bed and walk towards the door. I hold the rail and look over. Alejandro sits on the divano, eyes trained on the television.

"Alejandro?" I call, sleepily, straining my eyes to see what it is he's watching. As soon as he hears my voice he jumps a little and clicks the "off" button on the remote. Weird.

"Angel, you're awake." He looks up at me with that grin. Walking slowly down the stairs, careful not to fall forwards with the extra weight at my front. He hurries over, placing an arm behind my back and holding my hand, he helps me to the couch. Walking is a chore these days.

He sits down beside me, and I lay my head on his shoulder, he's still holding my hand, fingers intertwined. "Don't you have work?" I look up at him. His eyes meet mine; they look concerned. "Mi amore... Are you okay?" I whisper, turning towards him, I put my hand on his face and he turns his head into it. Kissing my wrist.

"I will be." His kisses travel up my arm, to my face. His lips meet mine, he seems, off. I pull away. "Tell me." I demand, he shakes his head. "Please..."

"The, war is, turning. They're drafting." He looks at me, his gaze hard, yet so, so fragile.

"Drafting. Now?" I ask, the air feels thick, it hurts to breathe.

He nods, closing his eyes for a moment. "And you found this out, when?" I ask, letting go of his hand, and standing up. "I couple days ago, I was going to tell you but..."

"Days? So they could be at our doorstep at any moment? Someone could come knocking at this very second and that would've been how I found out? Is that what those suitcases are for? Is that why you've been working so much later than usual?" My voice breaks, I sound stupid. I'm spiraling, no doubt, thoughts whirling around like insects on a warm summer day.

"Angel..." Alejandro says my name, softly, almost inaudible, he stands up and wraps me in his arms. My legs feel weak, I can't bear to stand any longer. I sink to the floor; he sinks with me. And I sob into his sweater.

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**734 words, sorry for the short chapters! If I continue to write stories I'll make them longer in the future! Comment your opinions please! I want to know your thoughts! Ill continue with chapter three if this gets reads lol, see you next week! <3 **

Translations: divano: couch/sofa