It's A Great Big Beautiful World (BFFWM)

At the House

Melanesia
We get to his house; at least, I think that's where we are. I was mostly passed out the whole ride home. When we park, Drago carries me inside and places me gently on his black couch. I'm going to throw up. I start to retch and Drago hurries back to me with a black bucket. He helps me sit near the bucket. He wipes the sweat from my forehead and holds my hair as I throw up more blood. He soothingly rubs my back up and down to help me get it together.
The doorknob jiggles and someone walks in.

"Dra, what's up? What the fuck? Who is that? Bring her to the back," she says.
Drago picks me and the bucket up and takes me to a weird room behind the dining room. It kind of looks like a hospital room. What the hell? Whatever.

Drago places me on the bed and his sister starts to inspect me. "Hmm, I see," she whispers.
"What's that mean? Vincenza, talk to me," Drago says frantically. "There are no broken bones but there's fluid in her abdomen, according to the ultrasound. Since she keeps throwing up blood, the free fluid is probably blood," she says. "She should stay in the house for the next week. Probably bedrest would be best, but I don't know how she'll feel about that. Just being home for the fluid to pass should suffice," she finishes.

I turn to the side where the bucket is and I clutch my belly. I retch and just a few drops of blood come out. They're dark red. "Get her water and some food. She's dehydrated and she has to eat."

Drago leans to pick me up again but I stop him. "I can walk, baby," I reassure him. I stand unsteadily and he stabilizes me with a kiss. It hurts but I still try to kiss him back. We walk out of the hospital room and I sit on the island in the kitchen while my Mafia man cooks for me.

Drago
I'm at the stove and it's taking everything inside of me to hold it all together. I know we've only been dating for like a day but I don't know what it is-- she's just different. We work together and we chilled every day since that I got her that green latte. I just really like her, y'all. I might even love her. If I could marry her tomorrow, I would. What can I say, the Battaglias love hard.

"Baby, what do you want?" I ask.

"Lasagna or pizza. Whichever is easiest."

"Nah. You can have whatever you want, babe. Don't worry about what's easiest."

"I want you to face me and come over here," she replies.

"That's not a good id-,"

"Come. Here," she demands.

I quickly wipe my eyes and head towards her sitting on that island. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around mine.

"Look at me," she says.

I look up and all I see is red. I can hardly focus, and then I hear......

Melanesia
"Focus!" I yell. Drago's eyes  go from wild to calm. I grab his face and I give him a long kiss. His kiss seems sad and I pull away.

"Calm down," I say.
"I can't," he replies.
"Try, dammit. You being angry helps only him. But he's not here right now, so calm the fuck down. I know you're upset and you wanna hurt him, but take a deep breath. I'm okay. I'm just scuffed up. If you keep feeling sorry for me, you won't be able to fuck up that nigga."
"I just..... I'm so fucking angry. I just wanna go fuck him up and blow his brains out right now."
"I know , I know, b...."
"Let me finish. I'm angry at him. But I'm angrier at myself for caring this much. No, I'm not saying I wouldn't have cared if you were anyone else. Actually, yes I am. I only give a fuck about my family. It's been that way for years. But now you're here. And I'm falling in love with you. And that makes me angry. "

Melanesia
I smile slyly. "And I think I'm falling in love with you too, Mafia Man."
I give him a kiss. He asks for entrance and I give it to  him. He breaks from my lips and starts to kiss my neck. But it hurts.
"Chill , chill."
Drago stops and I hop off the island. "Just order pizza. I'm gonna go take a nap."

*three hours later*
"Shut up. My girl is trying to sleep," I hear Drago say. I get off of the couch and head to the living room. "Drago, stop. Hey girl!" I say to Gemma, Drago's twin sister. We hug and I invite her to the den for pizza and drinks. I'm not drinking because my insides are all fucked up.

A few drinks later, I FaceTime my sister to introduce her to Gemma. I said I would so I did.
Aw damn, they're already flirting. Gemma looks like she been a flirt since birth. If she's Drago's twin, she probably is. But my sister? Nevaeh is the true definition of a fuckgirl. She's been flirting since my mama was pregnant with her. This should be interesting.

I take my phone back and I give Gemma my sister's number. She goes into the living room and leaves me and Drago alone.

"Baby, I'm sleepy. Let's just sleep in here," I whine.

"Okay, baby," he replies as he wraps his arms around me. We lay down, him being the big spoon and we fall asleep.