Sister Of A Son {COMPLETED}

twenty.

NEVER MIND THERE WON'T BE ANY I DON'T WANT TO EMBARRASS MYSELF WHILE WRITING IT. THERE WILL SOMETIME IN THIS BOOK.

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"Did I hurt you?" He asked.

I shook my head and smiled. "No. Did I?"

He got up and looked at his back in the mirror. "You drew blood to a couple."

"Oops."

He walked out of the bathroom.

"I'm just saying, I hope I fucked you hard enough that you can't walk."

I laughed. "Our first time as a married couple."

"It should've been on our wedding night."

I shook my head. "No, it was perfect."

-

He was right. I was sore.

He laughed at me every time I walked.

I huffed. He came behind me and kissed my cheek.

"Don't be mad."

"I'm not."

"You going to be okay to go?"

"Yes. There is nothing that will keep me from going." I stated.

"Alright." He shook his head once.

Wes still continued to text me but I didn't reply. I was too angry with him.

We walked out of our room and into the elevator. As I walked, the pain somewhat eased, but it was still uncomfortable.

We walked out of the elevator when it reached the ground floor.

"Dove siete diretti oggi ?" A man asked. He wore a cute little black hat.
(Where are you headed today?)

"Dove si trova il muro di Giulietta ?"
(Where is Juliet's wall?)

"Sarò lieto di guidare lì ."
(I'll gladly drive you there.)

We followed him out the two big glass doors. Juice opened the car door for me and I got in.

"Italy is so pretty." I said as we passed buildings.

Ten to fifteen minutes later, the man stopped.

We both got out and walked to the sidewalk.

"This is it." Juice said and I smiled big.

I walked to Juliet's wall. It wasn't too crowded, but I noticed there was padlocks. Each one had the initials of two people.

"We need-"

He handed me one. "I did some research last night and bought one this morning while you were asleep."

I reached into my purse. I grabbed a sharpie.

On the padlock, I wrote our initials.

J + A
6-21-11
Forever.

"Forever." He confirmed.

I put it on the wall and locked it.

-

We visited everything that had to do with Romeo and Juliet.

Since it wasn't a far walk, we decided to go eat at Trattoria al Pompiere. I had no clue what it was, but Juice said the reviews were great.

"Quanti?" The woman asked.
(How many?)

She was maybe in her 40's. She looked mean, but that wasn't right. She was actually very polite and nice.

I couldn't understand her, but her tone wasn't mean.