Don Corleone [Michael Corleone] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Thirteen

Fiona has never seen him this way before.

Weak and hurt was never a characteristic of Don Corleone. But Fiona thought realistically- he was a strong man but he's not a god.

She sat beside his bed while he was asleep, she had never seen him so fragile before and it was a sight she'll never get used to.  

A book was on her lap, tucked under her belly as she lifted her feet up on the chair to be more comfortable. She wanted to rest her eyes but instead, she accidentally fell asleep.

Vito opened his tired eyes only to see Fiona beside him. An instant weak smile grew on his face as he watched the girl asleep. His cat however, caught his attention too. It was sleeping on his legs, he could feel the little vibrations of its purr on his legs.

He never imagined that Fiona and Roberto would stay longer with his family or even stay at all. When they first arrived, he remembered them being so serious and fearful of making any mistake- he couldn't blame them though, their father was a tough man and he knew he was tougher on Fay compared to her brother.

After achieving a job for Vito, he held a conversation with Fay that opened the gate to her morals and ethics- instantly Vito knew that he needed them around longer.

But they finally stayed with him after their father's death was announced. A stroke took their father's life and Vito couldn't help but to persuade them to stay with the family and not to return to Italy.

After burying their father, they instantly came back and stayed. They became part of the family.

Vito weakly reached out to place his hand on Fiona's hand, giving her a gentle squeeze to wake her up.

Her eyes fluttered and at first, she was very much confused. However, as she laid her eyes on him and saw his smile, she instantly smiled.

"How're you feeling?" She asked him as she put her book aside and leaned closer to him, taking his hand into hers. "You look like you need some water. Here, I kept a glass beside your bed if you ever needed it." Vito watched her as she took the glass and lifted his head slowly to allow him to drink.

"It hasn't been the same without you around you know." Fiona said with a weak smile. "I've missed you." She lifted his hand and kissed it.

Vito ushered her to come closer to him only to place his hand on her cheek.

They stayed like that for a moment until Vito whispered Michael's name hoarsely. Immediately, Fiona went downstairs to get him.

She found him sitting outside on the porch, staring into the abyss.

"Michael?" As she called his name, he immediately turned around and when he saw her, a smile grew on his face.

"Your father wants to see you Michael." She said as she leaned against the sliding door.

"He managed to say your name, even though it was still weak." She informed him with a small smile before walking back into the house.

"Wait." At his command, she listened. He made his way towards her slowly as if he was stalking his prey.

"Are you alright? You seem tired." Michael asked as he tugged a strand of hair behind her ear. "I should be asking you that, you got punched. Does it feel better today?" Michael sighed, knowing that Fiona avoiding his question really meant that she was exhausted. Michael then pushed it away and nodded at her question.

"He wants to see you alone, I'll give you two some privacy." As Fiona spoke to Michael, he guided her back in the house.

"Lets go out today for a little meal alright? At least for an hour, okay?" Michael placed his hands on Fiona's shoulders before kissing her forehead. "I'll see you in a bit." He whispered and stalked off upstairs to see his father.

The kiss he left on her forehead left her stomach filled with butterflies, it was so sudden she wasn't expecting it at all.

She didn't even know how to react to that.

What was it even supposed to mean?