"So is the area safe?", I asked as Marciello came back.
"Yeah," Marciello sighed.
"You could sound happier," I said.
"I am happy bebé it's just that today has been a long day," he said.
"I'm sorry I didn't think about that," I said as I went over and embraced him. Today had been hard, especially since his mother had been sentenced life and his dad still showed no signs of waking up from his coma. And Stormie wasn't taking things well either.
"Do you want me to run you a bath?", I asked as I massaged his shoulders.
"Later, what did you make for dinner?", Marciello asked.
"Jambalaya," I said.
"Sounds good. Wanna make me a plate?", he asked.
"Sure," I started, He looked at me surprised, "But only because today has been stressful for you."
"Thanks bebé," Marciello said.
I fixed each of us a plate of jambalaya and walked to the table. I sat the plates down and Marciello patted his lap.
"Come sit on papí's lap," he said. I rolled my eyes, but did so anyway. We fed each other throughout dinner and talked about more positive things. After dinner I ran Marciello a bath.
"Are you going to join me?", Marciello asked.
"Sure," I replied. I stripped of my clothes and joined Marciello in the tub.
"Have I told you your the best wife in the world?", Marciello said as he pecked me on the cheek.
"No, but I could definitely get used to hearing it," I smiled.
"Well then I'll make sure to tell you everyday," he said.
"How's our baby doing?", he asked as he touched my stomach.
"Good," I replied, even though I had no clue.
"I can't believe I knocked you up so fast," he said.
"I know. I never thought I'd be having your baby, willingly. I never thought that I would love you either," I said.
"Well I've loved you ever since I first saw you," he said.
flashback
I was walking through the street on my way home. Today had been stressful between final exams and my usual fights with Rodriguez. He had been pressuring me to have sex with him for a while, but I wasn't interested. Rodriguez was a friend of my dad's, he was 26 years old. How we got together beats me. I don't know what I ever saw in him. I wish I could leave him.
Sighing I took a sip of my hot vanilla coffee. It was heaven in a bottle. I needed a little heaven before I went to hell, a.k.a. my home. The only thing that kept me going was my acceptance letter to Harvard. I couldn't wait to become a lawyer.
I gasp as a big wave of water hit me. I looked up and noticed a car had speeded through a large puddle, soaking me in the process.
"You motherfucker!", I yelled. The car reversed. Uh, oh. The car came to a halt in front of me and a tall man stepped out the car. He was remarkably handsome. Tan-skinned, dark brown eyes, black silky hair, and a jawline that could cut ice. He looked down at me and I noticed his deep cheekbones. He may have been cute, but he still got me wet. I felt my anger boil up again.
"You got me wet!", I yelled.
"That wouldn't be the first time a female told me that," he grinned.
"You pig!", I exclaimed. I dumped my coffee all over him and walked away. I heard the bastard laughing.
"I'll see you soon Ms. Marie!", he yelled in the distance.
End of Flashback
"I thought you were the biggest douche," I said, smiling at the memory.
"Yeah, but then you fell in love with me when I dicked you down good," he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Don't front, you know I rocked your world," he said.
"Believe what you want," I said as I started bathing myself.
"I don't have to believe, I know I fucked you good. I had you speaking different languages and screaming my name over and over again. You got the cops called on us from all your screaming," he said.
"Shut up," I blushed. Gosh, I remember that it was so embarrassing having to explain to the police what was going on.
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Married to the Money (Bwwm)
MizahBelle Marie is a beautiful African American women. And with a promising future ahead of herself, she is unstoppable. That is until she is forced to marry Marciello Romani...... Not good at descriptions, but give it a chance.