October 21st
Manhattan New York.
Does anything last forever?
Is happiness permanent?
No.
Nothing is definite, unchanging. Everything must turn, like the seasons that come and go.
She stood with fear in her heart.
Her dainty feet bare, crimson nails bright against the porcelain white tiles.
Her fingers curled around the rim of the bowl.
Eyes locked with that of another.
Who was this stranger?
So radiant.
So full.
Her hair kissing her shoulders, voluminous and chocolate brown.
Is she still Contessina De Pablo?
The underboss' wife.
Her stomach clenched and she bent over heaving.
Her throat burned, her nose burned.
Acid slid up her throat and she emptied her stomach in the sink.
Once, twice, thrice.
She sagged, drained, spent.
Something is wrong with her.
Off.
Her breast felt heavier.
She grew tired more often.
Her appetite was larger.
She knew of these symptoms.
Experienced it two times before.
Fear prevented her from even muttering the words out loud.
From even acknowledging the truth.
From turning it into reality.
Why should she?
Only terror existed after that.
More pain and agony.
Psychically.
She felt that no more, her body had become an armor.
Made of iron and steel.
Emotionally
She will feel it.
Beneath her skin.
Close to her beating heart.
Cracking, beating, electrocuting.
She looked down, in the sink.
Looked at the object, two straight lines smiled at her.
Bore their teeth in threat, gracefully, seductively.
Whispering promises of hell, of an inferno.
The door creaked.
The atmosphere changed.
Darkness presented itself to the room.
Dominance kissed her skin but she did not bend.
She should but she can't
Piero steps into her space
He looked at her through glass
Blue against brown
His finger traced a line up her spine
while his free hand circled her waist.
His fingers reached her shoulder
his eyes averted, glanced down into the bowl
the pregnancy test winked at him too
his finger reaches her neck.
and so does his hand.
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Padrona ✔️
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