Racing hearts reunited

Part 7

~Mia Fewtrell~

We got to the restaurant, but we took separate cars for whatever reason, Lando went alone, while my family and I all took the same car. I don't know why we needed two cars, but from what I know Lando has some important meeting in the morning and might leave earlier.

We get there, get our table, sit down and start reading our menus. I wasn't really hungry, and also my tummy was slightly hurting so I was planning on ordering an apetizer only. The waiter comes and we all get what we want. It's a pleasant dinner, me and my parents all drank a few glasses of red wine, and were starting to be tipsy. Max and Lando weren't drinking anything as they had to drive back.

We got our food and I barely touch it. Since my tummy is still hurting, I don't have the appetite at all.

"Come on Mia, you barely touched your food" my mom says "you can't not eat anything"

"I'm really not feeling the best, and I'm not sure the wine helped either with my tummy. I would rather just go home as soon as possible. I want some meds."

"Well I'm soon going to go since I need to sleep early, if you want I can take you back if your family would rather stay some more"

"Yes Lando would you please take her too! Also take the meds before bed, to make sure you're all better for tomorrow" my mom chips in

"Are you guys sure you won't be mad I'm not staying also?" I say wanting to make sure I can leave without feeling bad that I didn't spend the whole evening with them

" yea, you guys go, we'll stay and finish up and maybe take a walk after, you go sleep darling, make sure you're all better. Oh, and Lando, take care, make sure she gets back safe" dad also adds.

"Sure will sir" Lando says protectively

"Ok, enough with this, I can take care of myself, I've been doing it for the last few years just fine, it's just a tummy ache, it'll pass" I say as I start to get up from the table.

"Excuse us, miss independent, know it all, is better than everyone and doesn't need any of us" my brother also chips in while putting his hands up in the air as in defense after his attack.

I roll my eyes as I then look at Lando to see if he's ready as well, and when he is, we finally say our goodbyes and start to head to the car.

I'm holding my tummy all the way to the car, as it somehow starts hurting even worse. It might be some indigestion or period cramps since my period is close as well.

"Are you alright?" He asks

"Yea, I'm fine, or I'll be fine, whatever"

"You sure?"

"Yea, I am, stop making such a big deal out of this. You all are acting like I'm still a child"

"Well, don't blame us, last time we saw you, you still were, it's hard to comprehend what an independent woman you've become these past few years"

"Myea, ok, I guess you're right" I reply, thinking about how nicely he put it into words and how nicely he answers me after I just scold him constantly.

I had to become tough. Being alone and far away from anyone kind of forced me to learn to take care of myself alone. And living alone for such a long time, all I know is to think for myself only. I forgot how nicely it was to have such supportive people in your life, that truly want to help. I need to start opening up to their help again, after all they are my family.

The rest of the way to the hotel was quiet. I didn't even know what to say, my mind kept going to the messages I just read earlier, and what was up in his life that he texted me these things.

My mind kept pacing back and forth while I was holding my stomach at he whole ride as well. I didn't know if I should say anything or not, if I should maybe just let it all go, keep it in the past as it's been already 8 whole months.

I'm snapped out of my thaughts when he says we reached the hotel. He gets out and then comes all the way to my side to help me while getting out. That was such a manly gesture, it really gave me a goosebump slightly. I haven't had such gentleman treatment in a very long time.

All my exes are sore losers compared to him. I've dated quite some preety bad men. I mean I've always heard great things about Italian men before moving to Milan, so I was looking forward to it, but I don't know why I've only had the pleasure to be in a relationship with crappy ones. I guess it's just my luck. I know how to choose the worst guys.

He walks me to my hotel room to be sure I'm getting back home safe, as my parents told him to do. We reached my door and this was the moment. I stop before going in.