The Secret Life of Blythe

30. Blythe

Leo passes the keys of the G Wagon to the airport concierge before we're whisked away in another Mercedes to the first class lounge. Our destination still a closely guarded secret but I'm excited now. I'm so excited in fact, I can barely contain myself. I didn't realise how much I needed this until we were packed and ready to leave. The security updates Leo's done on the house placating my worries. We can access everything remotely now. Not that anyone would find the hidden door, it took me long enough. No, now I worry about the main house too. Now it's filled with love and all my son's possessions. I feel like I've fallen back in love with it over the last six months.

Luca, laughs excitedly as his father bounces him on his knee. I can see the looks or adoration he gets from several members of staff. He's the best dad, and Luca such a sweet kid. He rarely screams the house down. More often or not laughing at one or both of us as we entertain him. I feel pained watching him growing up so quickly. I absolutely adored nurturing him through those first months. It's like my body craves to do it all over again. I can feel my ovaries twitching when I look at Leo with our son in his arms. I haven't said anything but it's how I've been feeling over the last month or so.

It's been 11 months since we've been together sexually. He doesn't say anything but I see the looks of longing and the near constant erection he sports. He walks off when he knows he's going to get one. I'll give him his dews, he tries to conceal it from me, but i notice the extra showers he takes and the extra hours in the gym.

He looks so different now to what he did eleven months ago. It's hard to see the same clean cut, suit clad man that betrayed me. His features and body so different I'm not sure if I associate how he looks now to how he did then. It's all very confusing. If it wasn't for the fact that I see his tears when we're in bed at night, and the apologies and sweet words he whispers to me when he thinks I'm asleep, I wouldn't even think he was the same person.

The waiter brings us a plate of canapés and me a glass of champagne, I nearly squeal at the sight of the bubbles. I've weened Luca off my breast milk this past month. He still has the odd comfort feed but I've been excited about the occasional drink again, a cocktail on the beach without the worry of feeding him constantly.
"Enjoy baby" he says clinking his beer with mine.

When the call comes to board the plane I finally find out where we're going. My jaw slacks when I see we're going to Italy. It's been a dream of ours since we first got together. I wipe at the tear in the corner of my eye just thinking about our little boy seeing his dad's homeland and where his heart holds a firm root.
"Three week's" he winks as I bounce on my feet in excitement again at the extra week he's tagged on. Now I know we're going to Europe i'll happily stay for three weeks.

Leo stares down at Luca on his chest for hours as we fly over the Atlantic.  He doesn't sleep, he strokes our son's face from time to time and stares off in to space for the rest of it.  He looses hours each day doing the same.  I knew he would be a good father but I never would have guessed just how good.  I lay down on my bed with more snacks than I could ever eat.  The cabin manager bringing me more when he see's how happy I am to receive free goodies.  I'm easily pleased, especially when we fly in such luxury.  Leo says I'm endearing to people, I make people want to please me. I say he's biased but I don't argue with him.

When we land, in the late afternoon I'm shocked at the temperature. It's boiling hot, the heat much dryer than the humid California air. A private transfer collects us and I can't take my eyes off of the scenery as we drive through the Tuscan hills. Leo spent many holidays in Italy as a boy, his family originating in Sicily. I hope we will visit during our holiday. I'd love to see his family roots, he has an aunt and uncle and cousins on the island, although they aren't close these days. We arrive at our first destination just as the sun is setting over a beautiful stately villa not far from the town of Lucca. I smile at the name, so similar to our son.
"You'll love walking around the city tomorrow" he smiles putting his arms around me from behind and kissing Luca's head. I exhale and close my eyes, it feels nice having him touch me again, without thinking about what he's doing. Without the first thought always beginning with how we came to this position if the first place.