Faithful

Chapter Seven

"ITALY.... I can't go to Italy, I'm supposed to be planning my wedding!" I complained. He smiled. "Well then my darling Annabelle," his smile turned to a grin, "why don't you plan our wedding?" What? "Excuse me... I am not marrying you!" I scoffed. "Not yet you aren't," he teased, giving me a kiss on the cheek, "give it a year maybe and then I'll propose." I turned away from him but he pulled me back. "Why don't you get up if you don't want me holding you?" He asked, making me rest my head comfortably on his chest.

"My legs feel funny," I complained like a child which made him laugh. "Well, I'll have a coffee made for you and something to eat... you'll take your meds and have a sleep and hopefully it'll be time to land by then sweetie," he cooed. With that he had someone bring me a coffee and some amazing milk chocolate digestives which I ended up devouring half a packet happily. I took my tablet and the pill and rested my head on him once again since he wouldn't let go of me. "Get some sleep baby doll," he whispered, stroking my hair until I fell asleep in his arms.

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"Hey sleeping beauty," Josh whispered, "time to wake up... were landing in a few minutes." I slowly opened my eyes to find myself still on his lap. "How long have I been asleep?" I croaked. He gave a light chuckle and said, "six hours... it's 8 O'clock in the morning in Italy baby doll, we're gonna have lots of fun today." I lifted my head from his chest and stretched. I felt comfortable, undeniably comfortable in his arms... like I am with Viktor. I slowly got up from him, my legs ached from not using them in so long and sat back in the chair opposite his.

A man walked over with a small bag and gave it to me. I opened it to find a mirror, hair brush and some make up. I took the time to make myself look presentable instead of the sleepy mess I was by brushing my hair, wiping away the old makeup and putting new eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick. I put it all back in the bag and placed it by my feet, making sure to put my seatbelt on as we began to descend. Josh gave me an excited smile at me before I looked out the window to see the airport.

"Oh I don't have my passport... well my fake passport," I said worrying all of a sudden. Josh threw me a passport, there I was as Annabelle Blanc. "French last name huh," I laughed. "We made it whilst you were asleep... since you spent three months in Paris I guess you speak French so we went with Blanc," he laughed. The plane stopped and everyone undid their seat-belts. Josh walked over to me and offered me his hand which I took. I slowly walked off the plane to a breath of heat, early summer sizzle was in the air.

The airport was awkward. The police there seemed to know full well what Josh was but pretended as if we were normal people... they could probably tell my passport was fake too but did not seem to care and let us all pass through quickly. I looked completely overdressed but Josh seemed to be enjoying the red fitted dress. "Would you like some breakfast baby doll?" He purred, trying to place his hand around my waist as Viktor does. "Hands to yourself Josh," I rejected his touch... until I realised he said breakfast, "oh my god yes please!"

He chuckled and said, "you sure change your tune quickly!" He linked my arm instead and led me out of the airport and across the road to a really cute little cafe. I sat down on one of the barstools next to Josh and him and the owner began chatting away in Italian. Then the owner began talking to me but I was oblivious... I could kind of understand a few bits as the language is slightly similar to French however, his talking was mainly gobbledygook. "Josh I speak three languages and Italian isn't one of them," I laughed.

"He's asking if you'd like a cafe latte?" He explained. I shook my head. "I don't like milk, could I have a double espresso please?" I asked. The man's face lit up and went by making the coffee. He came back with my espresso and an amazing looking pastry. I looked over to Josh who coaxed me to tuck in. What ever it was it was delicious! "This is why I love Italians!" I laughed, "amazing food and family is important!" I took a sip of my coffee which set my mouth alive with flavour.