Ghost Of You (Michael Berzatto X Black!OC X Eventual Richie Jerimovich)

10. Cannoli

2011-Chicago, Illinois

Sunday. The one day that The Beef was closed. The one day Michael and Angie had to themselves. Well, mostly to themselves.

The sun peeked through the thin curtains and into the small room. Michael's arm was draped over Angie as her body was pulled tightly against his.

Unbeknownst to Michael, she had been up throughout the night, unable to sleep with a restless stomach. She raised her hand to brush the hair out of his face, causing his eyes to flutter open.

"Morning." He groaned.

"Morning." She kissed him softly and rested her forehead against his.

"I can't wait to spend the whole day with you right here."

"We have family dinner tonight."

"Don't remind me."

"We have to be there at four-thirty to prep the braciole."

"I know, I know."

"You love it, you big softy." She grinned.

He groaned and buried his face in her neck. "Just stay with me for a few hours." He rested his head on her chest.

"Oh my god." She gagged.

"You tryna tell me something?"

"Mikey, get up."

She didn't even wait for him to move. She pushed his weight off of her and ran into their cramped bathroom.

"You okay?"

There was no way she could respond, seeing as her head was halfway in the toilet. Mikey came over and knelt down to rub her back and moved her locs away from her face.

"Yeah." She groaned. "I'm fine."

"That's the third time this week. You might have a bug or something, baby."

Third. More like tenth.

"Probably."

"I'll make you something to eat. You want eggs?"

"Oh, fuck." She hunched back over the toilet at the thought of food.

"Okay. I'll get you water."

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"Angelina!" Donna gasped when she opened the door. She brought her daughter-in-law into a tight hug.

"Hi, DD."

"You don't look so hot." She placed her hand on Angie's forehead. "Do you have the flu?"

"No, I'm okay."

"I can get you some medicine. Do you wanna lay down in my bed?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"Okay." She grinned. "I feel like I haven't seen you two in forever."

"You saw us last week, Ma."

"Oh, so I shouldn't be allowed to see my children so often now that they're all grown?"

"That's not what I said." He sat the box on the counter and sighed.

"Mikey!"

"Hey, Bear!" Michael hugged his little brother and kissed the top of his head. "Fuck, you're gettin' tall!"