MIRACLE (✔️)

47: The boy who loves me

Chapter 47

-Miracle Astor-

"Ti amo tanto, my beautiful Miracle."

I smiled feeling a surge of happiness sweeping inside my heart as I felt him pressing his forehead against mine before pulling away, giving my head a kiss, and looking down into my eyes while both his hands were cupping each side of my face. Those ethereal hazel brown eyes of his looking at me with nothing but love and adoration.

This man absolutely is the best thing that happened in my life.

"Grazie per avermi restituito il mio cuore e il mio scopo, amore mio." (Thank you for giving me back my heart and purpose, my love) I hear him whispering something in Italian.

My eyes narrowed as I looked up at him in confusion, wondering what he just told me. But he only shook his head and lopsidedly smiled.

"It's nothing, baby."

So I smiled and just chose to ignore it as I wrapped my arms around him and rested the side of my head against his chest, his arms also moving to wrap itself around my waist, holding me close to him and pressing another kiss on top of my head. Cue in the blush.

But then a frown left my lips when all of a sudden his smile fell and his eyes darkened, he lets go of me and softly cupped both side of my face, looking directly into me as if he was examining me. That's when I remembered the faint scars and bruises all over me that was still healing. My back and ribs were the ones that's taking too much to heal.

"I'm okay now, Gaby." I softly smiled trying to ease his worry, but he shook his head and frown looking hurt himself.

"Quello stronzo merita tutto il dolore del mondo." (That asshole deserves all the pain in the world) He said in a quiet voice.

"You do remember that I don't understand Italian. Anyway, w-what happened to him?" I hesitantly asked even though the answer to that question is quite obvious.

Between Gabriel, his family, and my brothers, Claude was as good as dead. I know that.

I also know that he's also my brother and he was obviously mentally unstable, but I just don't feel bad about him at all, not even the slightest. And that's the only thing that makes me feel bad. Does that make me a bad person?

"You don't have to worry about it, baby." He only shook his head and lovingly pressed a soft kiss on one of the sutured wounds on the side of my head.

"Miracle, baby?"

"Yes, Gaby baby?"

He chuckles hearing that nickname. I just love calling him that. Always my Gaby baby.

"There's something I'd really like to ask you. And I... I've been meaning to ask you this for a while now, but..." It's just so adorable hearing how nervous he sounds right now, so I reached my hand up to stroke his cheek.

"You can ask me anything, Gaby." I smiled.

"But, uhh, before that... I want to tell you my dark secret that I've never told anyone else. I want to tell you because I don't want there to be any secrets between the two of us and I-I would understand if this changes how you feel about me, I won't blame you if you leave." His words were strained. Why would he say that?

I pulled away from him so that I could look straight in his face, but this time he was unable to meet my eyes, he was avoiding to look at me, and he looked so sad, ashamed, and pained that it was breaking my heart once again

What is the secret? Could it really be that dark?

But I shook my head.

My hands balled into fists as I looked up at the man I love. For the first time, I have someone in my life who is worth fighting for and for the sake of this person and the love we share, I will stand strong and fight. I don't want to ever be separated from him again.